That was a good job by the Hand of Mohammed, eh?”Armis: “Well, Mohammed was a wise man, I hear.” She paused to look around; she got back some sm...les. “We’re going start doing some stuff that might be officially outside the legal limits.”Dubois: “START? [laugh] We all read about how you’re taking the money from the 1%ers. Perhaps we should consider the former President’s suicide. And how a bunch of people around the world have just ‘disappeared’.”Armis: “Oh. They didn’t just disappear. I. ’ Elizabeth nodded and smiled. ‘More wine?’ he asked, gesturing at the bottle of chardonnay they’d ordered. ‘Yes, please.’ He reached for her glass and filled it. ‘Talk about being a tease,’ he mock-scolded her, ‘you strutting around in your bra and panties and heels in front of me, pretending to decide what to wear to go out tonight … not to mention that skimpy little sundress you’ve got on.’ He indicated the strappy purple dress she wore, and she cocked an eyebrow at him. Sipping at her wine,. Without any drama or words one took each arm and steered her to the wall where two leather armbands were attached in a single quick fix action. Within 10 seconds each wrist was held up against the wall?.The effect of this on Mekis was immediate – she screamed as loudly as possible.The effect on Mother Superior was unexpected - she simply licked her lips quietly and hungrily as if she was tasting cream and said ‘Oh please do scream my dear it courses through me so beautifully – over the next. One of her hand slammed up against the inside of the door above her head to steady her own body, to let me get deep. The other began to tug at her exposed nipple and massage her bare breast. She gazed up in to my eyes with hers, beautiful and deep, and implored me in a breathless and desperate moan to “Penetrate me deeper, harder, don’t fucking hold back, use me.” My thighs and stomach tensed hard as I watched her soft, pretty but dirty little mouth form those words. My thumb slipped under her.