Robert had to work extra hard to calm Magdalena down. She was honest with him about their handler's visit and the effect he had on her. Robert had laughed at her, and she didn't find it funny. When he touched her p***y, he was amazed at how wet she was down there, and he was glad she had called on him because there was nothing better than the wet slippery p***y of the woman he loved. After over two hours of a lot of sensual activity in bed, Robert finally wore Magdalena out, and she gave up. They lay in bed, cuddled in each other's arms.
"He said I was right about Mishra tinkering with our memories about Alison Atkins," she finally told Robert, and he sat up, pretending to be surprised. On no account was he allowed to break character even now that he knew the supreme beings couldn't eaves
