He nodded. "Though the prophecy mentions only your birth, I feared you would be far more detrimental in the rest of the prophecy. And so far, I've bee... correct."I glanced at Michael. He looked about as confused as I felt. "And what threat do I present?"Lord Greenwood pointed toward the door. "The world knows of your existence. They have electronically recorded you using your powers. Since those damned cameras are now a viable source of proof beyond doubt, and that particular bit of footage was. We cut to a close-up of her introducing herself direct to camera. Her accent is northern, quite dirty sounding, “I’m Jennifer Britain ... I’m 40, and I’m from Grimsby. And...” She cringes a little, bracing herself for the biggest confession of her life, then blurting out, “ ... I want to have sex with a dog!” Then a big smile of embarrassment.We cut to a shot of Jennifer sitting on the edge of a bed in a hotel room. Already stripped down to her underwear. With her work shirt off we can see more. "That's it," he said. "Yeah, you're getting much better."I murmured my assent.On my knees, already aching against the dirty tile floor, I continued sucking this stranger's cock, oblivious to what was actually happening. My own palms squeezed tight almost my desperate manhood, already aching and oozing with my own juices. I stroked desperately, all too aware of how everything but the pink head was hidden from his sight.I pumped, sucked, and slurped, lost in everything other than the ecstasy of. His anxiety was increasing, he wanted to kick something, wanted to be out of this madhouse and back on his farm. The crowd began to disperse leaving him with a feeling of vulnerabiity. He imagined the airport staff watching him and thinking, 'what a mug!'Taking one last look at the double doors before leaving he saw a woman and a boy standing all alone. She was slim with dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. Her black dress was smoothed tight to her hips and fell down to her ankles. She.