“If just one those ambushes goes bad we end up with the same problem. I don’t see that that plan is less dangerous than Jake’s.”“There may b...e a way we can hide that information if a raid goes bad,” Jan said. “We could program ourselves to forget certain facts if we come within range of one of the bad guys?”“Let me think,” Jake said. “That might work.” He closed his eyes for about 30 seconds, thinking furiously about mechanisms that might do that. “It could be done intuitively, of course,” he. Drive them from my body Uncle Bill. I need you to drive them out of me just like you did to Aunt Becky.”Uncle Bill didn’t need any further encouragement. His demon slayer was fully erect and ready for action. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Polly on top of him. She straddled him, lifting up on her knees. Aunt Becky guided his hardness between Polly’s legs. She felt her swollen peach split open as the tip pressed against her pink folds. She gasped.“I don’t think it’s going to work. It’s too. Anyways we formed a line. She inspected all of us quickly for last time. Her subordinates came with some powder and, she asked all of us to take it. We all consumed it. Our cock cage was opened.Mistress informed us that this powder was shilajit and will help our cock be in standing mode. This would be required for the activities. Our cocks were all at 90 degrees in some time, and we were standing in a 3xN position.Mistress informed us that today was the annual day, there would be a march past. "I think I'll go back to the hotel," he said warily. The guide helped him to his feet, then led him slowly from the museum to a waiting taxi. Back at the hotel, Don trudged slowly to the elevator, then into his room. Something didn't feel right - he felt a swaying and jiggling as he walked. But when he stripped off his shirt, there was nothing but his normal chest.Don ran a tub, having decided a warm soak would help him relax. It must have all been a dream. Some kind of hallucination. He.