Disentangling himself from the two beauties on his arms, he took a seat at the table with Maddie on his right and Nimue on his left. Ben spoke first, his voice as soft-spoken and calming as it had always seemed to Dave from his interviews on TV. “So, we are here today because we have a number of questions for you, Mr. Brighton,” he began. japanese Dave replied coolly, “With all due respect, Dr. Carson, I believe my questions for you deserve to be answered first.” After glancing at his colleagues, Ben replied, “Fair enough.” “Who are you people? Why did you try to have me killed?” “We are the Masonic Brotherhood of American Sorcerers, or MBAS,” said Ben. “Tell me, have you heard the stories of the Freemasons as they relate to the original formation of the United States of America?” “Of course,” Dave answered. “They were a secret society of men devoted to liberty and freedom. Many of the Founding Fathers were Freemasons, as I understand it.” “Correct,” Dr. Chu chimed in, “but what history books won’t tell you is that there was an even more secretive branch of the Freemasons made up of sorcerers. This was the first formal organization of American sorcery, even before the nation was officially founded.” Madeleine Albright spoke next. “At first, sorcery was a private matter, practiced only among magical families with skills passed down through the generations. Most felt that there was no need for a formal government for sorcerers, particularly in the quiet and secluded colonies. All that changed in the year 1692 in Massachusetts.” “1692,” Dave muttered, searching his memory. “Wait… you’re talking about the Salem Witch Trials, aren’t you?” “That’s right,” said Condoleezza. “Poor little Abigail Williams was an eleven-year-old girl with incredible magical potential. She was just beginning to discover this potential when she caused some accidents around town that she couldn’t explain. Both she and her cousin and confidant, Betty Parris, were smart enough to know the consequences should the Puritan governors get wind of what had happened. Thus, they felt they had no other choice but to feign fits of madness and blame the unexplainable occurrences on witchcraft, accusing innocent people with no connection to these incidents. I’m sure you know the rest.” Dave nodded. “Almost a year of investigations and kangaroo courts, with over a dozen innocent civilians executed for witchcraft. The rock on which theocracy was crushed in America.” “And also, the rock on which the old ways of sorcery were crushed,” Ben said. “Abigail Williams had exceptional potential, but she did not come from a family of practicing sorcerers. Thus, she had nobody to go to when she began to discover her sleeping power. When combined with her decision Schoolgirls to blame her own sorcery on innocent citizens, this illustrated for the small group of sorcerers in the colonies the need for a governing body of some sort. Not only was there a need to provide a secure foundation for chicklings discovering their powers for the first time, but also to protect the general public from potential harm. From the aftermath of Salem, asian the first government for sorcery was born in our land, and we are the modern version of that government.” “This is all very fascinating, but it doesn’t answer my biggest question: why you tried to have me killed,” Dave replied. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that I looked good. It took a longer time to get to sleep that night at least it felt like it. I saw a whole lot of surprised faces when I asked them to join us for lunch. Schoolgirls "Well we will make due with what we have." He leaned in again to kiss her but she placed a finger to his lips, reaching up to remove her glasses before leaning over to place them on a dresser, then reaching back to pull her bobble free, letting her long auburn hair cascade free like a waterfall of firey gold. “Dave! He turned to Lance. She cleared her throat and began her speech, which wasn’t half bad. Mostly to make sure they were vacant but I enjoyed beholding her backside a lot of the time. Her car isn’t here.” Knowing my wife was out of the house my hands went right down to her buttocks. He wanted to, no he NEEDED to. After flexing the japanese cane and swishing it through the air a couple of times, he landed the first stroke. Pleeasse Fuuck meeee!” I scream as loud as I can as I reach my hand down to tug my tiny pecker. “Hello?” She had light brown hair asian in a pixie cut and was wearing a sun dress that day. You’re in complete and utter shock at what she’s said, but intrigued.