I've heard rumors of something; a Bureau 13, Ithink, that deals with such things.Voice 1: Shall I forward it to them?Voice 2: I don't see how. Offici...lly, they don't exist either.Voice 1: Seems like a shame. It'd sure make life easier. Just step upto some Commie and say [serious garbling of the tape that could not beelectronically resolved].[Note: There was some change in the pitch and timbre of the voices forthe remainder of the tape. Electronic analysis confirms that it is thesame two. Marisa blushed and reached for him to pull him down on top of her, but he pushed her hand away. “Tell me what you want,” Jeremy smirked. Marisa gave him a puzzled look. “You have to ask nicely for it…” he trailed off, leaning forward to caress her waist and teasingly rub the tip of his cock along her soaking slit, causing her to gasp and writhe underneath him. “Go on,” he encouraged. Letting out a frustrated moan, she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please fuck me Jeremy." He shook. “Don’t worry. We weren’t followed. Nobody knows we left. And you said it yourself, no one comes down here.”When Emily Elizabeth looks back at the man, her face turns red. He not only just used her own words against her, but he is standing completely naked with that ridiculous fake horse cock attached to him. Well, it is not really ridiculous, especially with the pleasure it brings, but she does wonder what it is he’s hiding. She wants to ask him about it, but decides to avoid it as to not spoil. Make me smile." he did then, smile that is, and poured out his affection for her.She laid her head on his chest and tightened her grip. "I was afraid." she said, softly. "When you asked me the other day, I was a little afraid. I saw how sad my sister was when her boyfriend broke up with her, and I saw how sad my mom was after their divorce. She had remarried, but she always gets this little sad looks when she sees the pictures of my dad in my room. I guess I never want to feel that way. So I.