Until I can get you properly trained, I can't let you go anywhere outside of Taslon," Dev was told.For the next couple of weeks, Dev was taught severa... tricks of the intelligence trade. Dev started noticing when he was being followed. Some of it was Lord Benaldin training him, other times it was unnamed persons.He decided to turn the tables one day. He discovered he was being followed, and ducked into an alleyway. He cast the spell that caused people to seem to ignore him, and then carefully. He looked more puzzled than worried, at the start, but they refused to speak to him about possible accusations until they got to the police station. Once there, the questions began."So, Derek, what can you tell us about Miss Gemma Deacon?" Oh, she is a girl I go out with from time to time." And Miss Grace Robertson?" Ah." He paused, then admitted, "She is a girl I go out with from time to time."The interrogating policeman stared at him for a little, before asking, "And would you happen to know. Bill! I was warm, and comfortable. I felt safe. I moved and my thigh brushed against his ... erect penis. Lifting my head, I looked at him and our eyes met; he was awake and looking at me."Good morning, Lexie," his voice conveyed much more than a routine greeting. He was smiling, but there was an under-tone of worry.I hummed in my throat... 'mmmm' - and lazily moved against him, feeling my nipples – hard for some reason – rubbing against the coarse hair of his chest, feeling his erection. Every time my tongue tip entered his tight ass thatelectricity shot straight to in between my legs. Rubbing more massage oil into my hands I began massaging his sexy ass again more vigorously. The noises coming out of him made me dripping wet. I rolled him over again onto his back and continued the massage on his cock and balls. Stroking that thick pole and rolling his balls between my fingers his breathing became a shallow panting. Still slowly stroking his shaft I moved my fingers under.