“Jake, I suggest you leave the premises immediately,” Shanahan said sternly, “we don’t want a hostage situation on our hands.” “A hostage situation?!” I laughed, “Look, Officer, Ally’s regulators just came off, I was there when it happened.” “Is Ally Bronston with you now?” Shanahan asked, a hint of concern filtering through her stoic voice. “Yeah,” I said, glancing at Ally, “she’s here right now, and she’s scared shitless. I’m telling you, Shanahan, she didn’t-” “Jake, listen to me, and do not react at all to what I am telling you,” Shanahan said through the phone, the concern in her voice now readily apparent, “our diagnostic team tells us that Ally has been subtly tweaking her regulators for months now. This was not an accident, this was premeditated. I don’t know how she knew how to do it, but-” But I asian know how, the sultry, seductive voice of my counter personality spoke in the back of my mind, how ya doin’, Jake? I hadn’t heard that voice in four years, and it chilled me to the bone. Hey, Trish, I replied nervously, nice to hear from you. Long time, no see. You’re always so good at hiding your fear, Jake, Trish smirked in my mind, but you can’t hide it from me. How did you…how the fuck did you… “Trish is a telepath, Jake,” my sister’s voice said behind me as I felt the cold rim of my dad’s pistol pressed against the nape of my neck, “she’s magic, like me.” But you’re not, Trish laughed, I truly am, your better half. “Turn around, Jake,” Ally said gently, but sternly, “I don’t want to hurt you.” I slowly turned around, the sound of Sergeant Shanahan’s voice still crackling from the phone speaker. Ally stood before me, her straight blonde hair brushed behind her ears, her pale face flushed at the cheeks, her pointed nose dotted with a few freckles, her big, blue eyes staring steadily at me, and her full, pouting lips pursed together, with the hint of a frown creeping from the corner. Her chest heaved uniform beneath her t-shirt in adrenaline-induced breaths, her amble bosom expanding with each inhale. Her legs were spread in the stance our father taught us when we were aiming a gun, and her thick thighs flexed in preparation, forcing her supple glutes to protrude vulgarly from the outline of her japanese figure. The barrel of the gun stared into my right eye, unwavering in its regard for me. Ally meant fucking business. “Ally,” I said, trying to keep my composure, “what are you doing?” I tried to cover my blushes. 'No!' Mira thought. You’re a succubus whore, a twisted spawn of Satan, and I hope you die screaming. Crap my invisibility just failed. But this is her first time encounter one. “So, what do you want to do now?” I said to her as we walked through the parking deck to the truck. Ronja opened her mouth to say it, but of course she could not voice the words. Just cowardly fodder for the real hero to barrel through on his way to real villains ." “Until the meal is finished 1 of you will be on each table, every 10 minutes 1 uniform of you will be replaced by the third girl.” Shanisse however, was a damn pro. Her eyes flicked to me japanese then they looked away. “Oh ya? “Yes sir it is!” I decided to give him total dominance, “My tight teenage pussy is all yours. As soon as I’d said that I knew that I shouldn’t have because Alfie said, Then asian I let myself be escorted to the shuttle, feeling more like a condemned prisoner than a hero of my planet. All the while our Princess a beacon of our manliness. From the look on her face, so did Manjula. I looked at Fred, he looked at me. The tip of his condom was FULL of cum. He said softly to her. "Not much.