I felt like I was talking to Larry Flint as dad told me about his many dealings in the 4 billion a year business that everyone dislikes and yet under ...he table supports. We finally ended up at dad’s office in a large building that he owned. After some catered lunch, dad’s large breasted secretary Ms. Baker came in to announce that Mr. and Mrs. Wells were waiting to talk to him. Dad’s eyes flew to the ceiling as he explained to me they were arrested dealing drugs while working for his. "Q'yros raised his arm. The staff quivered, then flew towards him. He snatched it in his raised hand and flicked the staff backwards. At once, the door opened wide and a hurricane-force wind drove Uroddus towards it.The Journeyman stumbled but recovered quickly. He thrust a hand forward, palm out. There was a flash of light as the wind struck the shield he had conjured. Both spell and counterspell canceled each other, and the room was still again."I did not lie to you, Master Q'yros," Uroddus. She though that being sold to her owner was a roleplay. But for her partner it killed two birds with one stone. He though he was doing her a favor, and he got paid for it too. She soon learnt that this was anything but a roleplay.She applied herself to the dildo as she heard him approach. It would not do to have him think she was slacking off. She could not help but flinch when he stroked her sweat-stained back. His fingers trailed down to her ass, tickling the muscle that gripped the butt hook. "Moderate your tone, or you will scream in pain for the next year or so." You can't do that!" Institute Operatives are always Telepathics," I said; no one could be that ignorant, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt."Even Telepathics have limits," he insisted bravely."It isn't one of mine," I said."Only the Director's Bas..." he stopped as his eyes flared in recognition."Finish the word," I said."Bastard!" he said. I had to give him credit-- his voice barely wavered."Were I any.