It all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is t...he last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes and sculptures of powerful yekshines and goddesses since on my this visit I decided to practice some mantras that are written in de scripts on trying to read it before I got so much. I reached for the knob, opened the door and stepped in her room. The sight was very different since yesterday.The whole room was in dark, with heavy curtains on the windows, showered with light of twenty to thirty candles of different colors. She was sitting on a chair directly across the room from me, in a black corset that squeezed her tits up, making them look even bigger. On here legs she had black stockings, held by suspenders coming down directly from her corset. She had her legs spread,. .?" I buried my face in my hands, unable to continue.Loth came over and put her hand on my shoulder, knelt by my face, and spoke in a surprisingly sensitive tone. "I'm sorry. I really am, but it's been decided that operational details such as those aren't going to be divulged to you until we've completed your transformation. You're going to be in a very fragile state mentally, and we don't want that to prejudice how you view your new mission objectives until you stabilise. Please understand.. The truth of the matter was that I was considered a "Fed" puppet dancing on their string of a new identity but I had not really spilled the beans on the inside dealing of my "family" to anyone in law enforcement. I had given them a lot of stuff about hits and shit like that but most of them were actually my work and I was not admitting that to anyone.Anyway, these two youngish dark-skinned guys came over to our table because they probably had a photo of Angela. She was trembling sitting next to.