Not today. Or at least not now. I play around with myself until you strain against your cuffs for the first time. Flashing you a wicked grin, I cease ...y teasing. Or rather – I cease this kind of teasing. Time for some retribution.I scoot downward along your body, only very, very slightly nudging against that curve in your briefs with the soft, spongy flesh barely tucked into the split gusset of my panties, and position myself so that my hands can properly roam across your wide torso. Your shirt. I bet her I could have a direct encounter with her and she wouldn’t recognize me. Oops. I lose the bet.I didn’t think Jordan would understand as well.And what was with that? Why is Jordan watching Angel’s business and poking at people who go there?Well, duh. That’s easy. She’s helping people launder money. What she does might violate the spirit of the law but as well as I can read it, unless they can prove that she’s receiving money from some illicit source, she’s technically legal. At worst, a. As soon as she returned, she stand infront of me, open her legs and ordered me to lick her pussy and clean it from her piss, because she did not wipe herself after peeing. I leaned infront and start lickling her pussy, feeling the saltiness and acididty of her piss...I wanted to do that so many times before but she did not want it. Finally I could wipe her clean and taste her piss. I was mentally horny, but my cock could not, because I was all caged up and unable to have an erection.She went. Sure enough it was Mother, 30 minutes later she managed to get off the phone, then quickly pouring herself a glass of red wine. Making an easy meal was next on the agenda, while sipping the wine and stirring the stir-fry in the wok, Tara started to relax a little.After the meal had been eaten, the plates were in the sink and another glass of wine poured, she remembered the mail and the mystery bag. Most of the letters were the usual bills or offers that she didn’t need, however one was a.