” Of course the reason was that that bikini had not stayed on very long.“Oh forget its just nice to see my two girls becoming friends. Have a ball...in London and don't stint yourselves say a grand each but I want a fashion show when you come back.”They did have a ball and returned in the evening to find that Anthony had cooked dinner for them. They agreed that the fashion show would be after dinner however both girls put on one of the frocks they had bought something fairly typical for Emilia. Looking back at the guy I ask what he had asked."I said we have finally found the mage, the mage that is meant to take down our master. We're here to make sure that does not happen." Wait! What do you mean mage, I'm not a mage I can't even do magic, let alone do what a mage can do."I was sat on the floor waiting for him to either pull the trigger of for something to happen, of course the latter happened. When the guy was about to pull the trigger I could feel my hands heat up for a split second. When my secretary pulled it out, there was a bit of blood on it, probably from her long, sharp nails. She then put in two fingers and churned again, pulling them in and out. Ever time she pushed in hard, Cindy yelped. Her fingers came out a bit bloodier. Next, she shoved in three fingers. By now, the pain of having her cunt stretched again was combining with the pain of the razor-sharp nails. Cindy began moaning loudly, begging us not do hurt her like this. Oblivious, my secretary put in a. “We’ll get together one of these days,” I said. “But, I have to get back to work now. A guy like me needs to stay on the good side of the boss, you understand. Right?” I said. “But, it’s my wedding day!” she said. “Well you’ve got him to walk you down the aisle, so that should be a winner for you,” I said. “Anyway, I’ve got to get back to it. See you later.” I rushed off before she could see me break up. I could feel my eyes already clouding up. The bitterness I felt toward that man was now.