But, I spent a lot of time getting the layout of this place. If you ever get lost, just get on the intercom and the operator will tell you where you'r... calling from." We have an operator?" asked Dawn."Actually," said Thule, "it's answered by whoever is in the main room of the servant's house."Dawn looked at him, alarmed, "We have enough servants that they have their own house?"Thule nodded, "If it were just me here, no satellite office, no Marigold, I would close down all but this wing and make. I let out a load moan and had a gushing squirt. now I have good orgasms but never like that one! He picked up the pace and started for number 2 and my god he got it! I was moaning as his balls slapped into me! He asked me if I was ok and wasn’t hunting me, I just nodded no! Another orgasm was building, I squealed this time and I could hear the gush of my juices as they shot out, kept pumping me and within a few seconds another gush just as powerful, but this time that I felt that huge cock. The litter-scattered sidewalks of Seventh Avenue were comparatively empty; only a few of the night inhabitants of the city were to be seen. Dr. Randolph fit right in with the others, and he was not surprised when a derelict saluted him, "Hey, brother!"And a little further on, a prostitute nodded and smiled at him. He looked at her, astounded. "God, I called Helen a prostitute!" he said. When in reality it is I who am the prostitute!Stunned by this uncomfortable illumination, Dr. Randolph rushed. “Think of an Earth where Mages are the priesthood and venerated as the chosen of God, and who truly believe that they are at that. Imagine the problems they have with a bunch of other Mages from other Earths who simply regard them as slightly backward cousins,” Morgana chuckled.“No common ground at all?” I asked.“No, other than the fact that they are Mages and can do magic very well indeed, but that the use of magic is used mostly to demonstrate to the rest of their population just how.