His fine clothing didn’t conceal his Aldmeri features, nor did it hide the necklace of the Aldmeri Council. “I am Councilor Herecinde. Why are you...blocking my entrance into this city, when I have been traveling so long to get here?”“Your pardon, Councilor. We ... we weren’t expecting you. Please, proceed on.” He moved back, motioning his guards to let us pass.Fasendil got back into the carriage and we proceeded into the city. The Thalmor guard followed us in. Once we were through the gate,. On Friday, Sophie was already in Donald’s office when he got there. She was completely naked, sitting in a chair, fingering her wet pussy.“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.“Dean Kemp, I know that having sex with you is completely forbidden. But wouldn’t it be more convenient if we both just masturbated here in your office afterward? We wouldn’t actually be having sex. We could just sit across from each other and watch,” Sophie suggested.“You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you, Sophie. She lifted a glass to her lips and smiled at me over the rim. ‘I hope you’ve got a nightdress in that bag?’ I got no chance to answer. She rattled of ideas for the show, served the meal like a whirlwind and ate ravenously, talking with her mouth full and waving her fork to conduct her sentences. Food consumed she led me by the hand to her bedroom and unbuttoned my blouse. She did that thing of hers where she looks down at my breasts as if seeing them for the first time, as a cosmetic surgeon. For one thing, his body looked covered in scars, with the snarling mouth most Beholders have being covered by a cow-catcher style cybernetic prosthethsis. Two cybernetic arms were attached to either side of a chicken-legged cybernetic walking seat that the Beholder looked wired into. Basically, imagine a Beholder that had joined the Adeptus Mechanicus and they had built him a Mad Cat (or, I guess, Timber Wolf if you’re a clanner scumwad) to tool around in.“Yeesh!” I shook my head. “What.