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“Don’t big cock worry. You are more than capable of figuring this out on your own. I have faith in you.” “Then why pull me out of the situation with the Masons?” Her smile disappeared at this. “Because, quite frankly, you would now be dead if I had not intervened.” Dave’s eyes went wide at her words. “Henry… was going to kill me?” “No, not Henry.” “Then who?” “I cannot say.” “GODDAMMIT, NIMUE! THIS ISN’T SOME GAME!” Dave shouted, standing and getting up in her face. “I have a wife and daughter to think about, now. I need to know who wants to kill me.” Nimue shook her head. “David Brighton, you continue to underestimate yourself. You, who traveled back Brunette in time to Camelot. You, who trained under Merlin. You, who engaged Morgan le Fay in combat. You, who saved the timeline from untold damage. And after all this, you still think you cannot figure out who would want you dead? Calm yourself, and the answer shall find you.” Though he still trembled with anger, Dave took a step back and tried to calm down. He was still surprised how much his personality had changed since his time in Camelot, but he knew his old amateur personality was still buried within his mind. After a few deep breaths, he felt a familiar sense of solitude return, allowing him to better contemplate the events of the last several hours. “Ok, Henry and everyone else is absolutely convinced that I’m guilty, even though I’m not. Clearly, someone has planted an overwhelming amount of false evidence against me, but who would do that?” When Nimue gave no reply, Dave continued, “It’s got to be related to the Illuminati. I hacked their systems and exposed them to the Security Council, so this must be their retaliation. Is that right?” “Very good,” Nimue smiled. Dave sighed. “Still, that doesn’t tell me who specifically is targeting me, nor how they managed to convince the Masons that I did this…” “For that, I can share something that may help,” said Nimue. “You see, Ben Carson’s dying words to Henry were for him to share something with your wife, Madeleine. She said his message was simple: page 394.” “Huh. Wonder what that means?” gagging “Madeleine relayed this information to me and said she has been researching to homemade discover the meaning behind Ben’s final message. However, it was Jessica that came out on top with the game-winning buzzer-beater shot. "What are you doing??" Her pussy maddened my mind with lusts. “Well, what a week we've had,” homemade said President McTaggart. "Finally! The team gagging gets into position. I didn't have time to figure it out before a huge cock big cock split my young pussy amateur in two. Her perky firm boobs perched towards him. That would be hot.” I don’t need Brunette to slide into my panties to know how soaked I was. He made me feel so secure.