the window of opportunity opened for Agamme to get him inside. He grined evily as he thought up a way to get you inside. "What was it?" He whispered back. "Was it the licks in between the legs, the hot breath swaying over you like a gentle breeze in autumn, the ripple of the throat muscles, the saliva encoating your whole body as you drifted easily down the throat, or the embrace of the stomach walls?"