She kept pumping flowing and filling her slut's mouth again and again. It felt so good to feel Cris under her swallowing her cum down almost gagging o... how fast it was filling her mouth. She told Cris that she had better swallow it all and not let a drop of her Mistress's precious cum escape or she would fail this final test, and Mistress Ambyr really wanted Cris for her slut.She came harder until she pushed the last mouthful of cum out and felt her slut swallow it down then slid off her hot. “Your plan might work, with one small modification”With that she flung a leg over me and, facing me sat down on my lap, her faint smile turned into a grin.“Not so keen, now are you?”I told her she wouldn’t dare to which she told me that if she was going home like this then it was only fair that I did too.Her hands were on my shoulders, my hands on her hips with our eyes locked together. She smiled wickedly as I felt her hot pee soak through onto me. The effect on me was near instant as my. The agent in charge simply nodded and ordered another agent to see to our needs. He would have moved us beyond a reasonable distance from the action, but I pulled rank and firmly instructed him in how and where we would be during the event.It was a good thing.Sometimes raids go off without a hitch. Sometimes raids are trouble from the start. This raid was destined to become a complete screw up from jump, and without the extra guns provided by my protection detail and me, a number of our people. "How? I thought you were a Zibong!" I was! It was awful!" The young Mage sat next to me, pouring himself some cider. "The shamans used the spirit sword to separate me from the Zibong this morning. They are really happy with us for giving them something new to play with. They have separated a lot of the Zibongs. It is weird seeing all these people walking around that we thought were dead." They are okay?" I asked, "Being a Zibong hasn't changed them?" Well, some of them are a bit quiet. None of.