Most of them where simple choices. For example "keep your job/ keep being a student or take Phil’s job ". Others where complicated like "Who was a... your wedding ". It was time consuming and exciting and he couldn’t stop himself from tweaking little things. However, he ended up doing an half ass job because he couldn’t wait to know what would happen in this dream of his. Right after he tapped "confirmed" he fainted. When he oppened his eyes he was not on the ground of his appartement like he. "Yeah?" he said. It aggravated her that he didn't maintain proper respect and discipline, but he was her best agent. He was almost clairvoyant in his ability to guess where a target was going to be, once he was in a tactical situation. Almost. He was also the only person who'd actually seen the Gold Target, the man who was to be her next 'source'.The man in her basement medical suite – or torture suite, if you must be crude about it – had said he was a wet-back, a Mexican American, who was a. I brush my hand across the cheeks of her ass, " GOD, you have a beautiful ass...I loved your ass when you came into the bar." I instructed her to lay on her side with one leg curled up and the other leg straight out, I position myself behind her, grabbing her cheek, parting it, I see the small pink rosebud. I poisition the tip of my cock aganist her asshole. Morgan whimpers, " nnnnnooooo...nnnnnnooooo...please don't... please don't." As I push the head aganist her asshole, she screams ". “I assume there is a ram charging between your legs,” I said as I sat down.The other side of the table began laughing as the girl turned a bright shade of red.“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said with a laugh, and then turned to face the other side of the table. “And I assume,” I said loudly and firmly, “that you are sitting on a patriot’s chinny chin chin.”Several of the girls turned red; others laughed; one stood up and lifted her skirt. “Granny panties,” she said disgustedly.One of the girls on.