Als das alles erledigt war fing er leise an vor sich hin zu lachen, bis er aus vollem Hals lachte. Es war so dermaßen ironisch das ausgerechnet er es... war der nun ein Spion war. Das er es sein würde der die Liga zu fall bringen würde. Er war sich vollkommen im Klaren darüber das er einer Gehirnwäsche unterzogen worden war, dass die seltsamen Mails nur ein Trigger gewesen waren. Die völlig sinnlosen Antworten waren in seiner Programmierung verborgen gewesen und waren nur der Beweis das er unter. We met up in the break and had a nice evening in a pub fairly close to where she lived. I walked her home but did not have the feeling anything was going to happen. And that night it didn’t. Let me explain. I was 24 at the time and she was 42. This was quite a big thing for me at the time and I wasn’t sure how to deal with the fact that she had a daughter older than me. And she sometimes lived with Angela. No, this is not a mum and daughter story. She was nowhere as sexy as her mum and., well. ”“Trevor, listen! Do you really think you can get out of here without my help? Stop this, and we can both walk out of this dungeon alive! You can still become a noble with the avenium!”“That’s not good enough. I want the land that my father couldn’t have, the authority. I want to spit on his grave as the unwanted bastard and flaunt the power that he lusted after. I want Clive, and I want to rip it out of your hands. It’s not good enough for me to win, you have to lose!”A memory then flashed. I felt the tip of a tentacle sliding up and between my swollen lips, lubricating it with my ambrosia. The tentacle in my mouth began moving around as if it were a tongue. I succumbed to the sexual desire building up inside me. My hips undulated as the tentacle slides down my slit only to be replaced by another. My breasts were being teased by tentacles whose tips felt like fingers teasing my nipples.I was horrified that this creature was having its way with me and that my body was responding. I.