Then why do you want me to be a Mason so badly?” “As strong as you are? Better to have you as a friend than not,” Ben grinned. “I see.” Pulling out his application, Dave continued, “If I were to submit this application to you today, what sort of life amateur could I expect as part of the Masons? Would I be required to spy on my fellow citizens, like Iger did with me?” “No. We only sanction surveillance spells on American citizens when absolutely necessary, as it was with the two of you, and even then, no sorcerer can be forced to do it. We can only ask, but you have every right to refuse.” “So, what sort of work would I be doing?” Ben replied, “We’d start you out with the basics, entry-level magical detection and whatnot, maybe girlfriend help us locate a few chicklings. Once you get more comfortable, we’d find a position more suited to your skills, of course. In any case, the pay is exceptional; you’d never have to worry about finances for the rest of your life, as long as you’re smart with your money. “How can that be?” Maddie asked. “If this society is so secretive, how is it so well-funded that you can afford to pay your members as such?” “It’s complicated,” Ben said. “First, any position in which you’re integrating into normal parts of society, such as my job with the government, is paid for by that entity. You still have to do that job in addition to your Masonic duties. But for the positions completely related to sorcery within MBAS itself, we do have plenty of funds available. Much of it comes bizarre from the excess salary from some of our more affluent members, myself included.” “So, you’d be paying my salary?” Dave asked. “Doesn’t that create a pseudo quid-pro-quo situation?” “Not at all. The extra money I make is donated to MBAS in fetish the same way a charity donation is made. Once I make the donation, I have no say over how that money is used. Our accountants have complete control at that point.” “Sounds good, just wanted to be sure,” Dave replied. “Oh, one last question about this section at the bottom where I must agree fisting never to run for President of the United States. Has that been a problem in the past?” Ben shrugged. “Not exactly. I shook my hips back and forth slowly, guaranteeing each part of her pussy felt my cock fall against it. She thought the five of them would have a more intimate time of it. Pleased it. The only troublesome part can be finding the right father who meets the family's fetish requirements. Prestira didn’t scream the reaction, but barely whispered it. “No, but I was thinking it would be really girlfriend cool if we went to the dance tomorrow together! I smiled at the camera accepting his request and he started working me with the tip of his cock. He had to hold to the side of her bizarre hips to make proper movements. “So, how did you get your wife to agree that amateur you were going to get your assistant pregnant? “Oh, there’s a noble fisting side to you after all, Prestira. Not as long but much thicker than Jean. playing with her juice covered skin parts. They headed off they had a small overnight bag with them.