There were very few windows, but somehow the entire place was filled with strong natural light. The light was source-less, but appeared to come from e...ery angle, since no one inside the tower casted any shadows.The mage led Orvon up a long set of winding stairs, and they stopped outside the door of a study.“Ooooh yes, archmage... “ They heard a voice inside moan.“Ahh ... You slutty little minx...” A second, male voice also floated through the door, along with the sharp sound of a slap,. I am at my wit's end, and you're my last hope, in fact, my only hope.You may recall how I was once so rudely used, or is that abused by the gothic nerd and pushed, stuffed, rubbed in that fucking smelly hole that masquerades as her vagina - she calls it her snatch these days. Well, I can tell you it does snatch and then never lets you out!Due to the continued lockdown and this working from home shit, her gothic nerd-ness has taken to a quick afternoon interlude. It would have been a tea break. Theobvious question, why, didn't seem to be answerable at this point.They had moved around the generator room looking at all of the equipmentand then Ortega pointed out what he had discovered. A rucksack hidden inplain view, on top of a set of lockers. Rodriguez gently lifted therucksack down. They opened it carefully to reveal a commando coveralland Glock17 pistol with three spare clips. Tucked into a side pocket wasan American passport for Raymond Peter Seymour."The man Flanders must have. Now take off your g-string."I fumbled with my g-string, while staring nervously at the contents onthe table. I had to unclip my garter belt to take it off, and a quickremark from Roland, let me know always to wear thongs and panties on theOUTSIDE of my garter belt, in case i had to remove them very fast.They dropped to the floor, and i stepped out of them, and right awayRoland grabbed a hold of my cage. I froze in place, as i knew first handhow much pain he could deal if he wanted to. But.