Do you still have your Associate FBI Creds?”“Yes, but we’re currently under cover and have alternate identities with different last names. Mine ...nd Bobs are Jordan and Greg’s is Sampson.”“I’ll make sure to let the Marshals know that. I gotta go, I’ll see you in the morning.”I gave him both of Gramps phone numbers and addresses, then I let him go.Grandma seemed to be in a much better mood when we returned. She and the girls were giggling and swapping stories. The girls had the pictures from our. I tried to push myself up, but he shoved me back down, and grabbed me again, taking my whole cheek in his hand. He pulled the leg holes of my undies together, and grabbed them both, making a thong, pulling them up against my little hole, before ripping them off my butt.Look at that fat bubble butt... DAMMMN!I guess I do have kind of a bubble butt, but his hand was so big that he could palm it in one hand. He reached between my legs, and pushed his finger against my hole, wiggling it in a. I could hardly believe it when I saw her grab an actual whip! There was going to be no more “playing”, Mandy was in for the big time. The braided leather felt both sensual and terrifying as she teased me with it.“Are you sure you want this? You know this is going to really hurt?” she asked, ensuring she had my permission to continue.“I want it. I want you to do it,” I replied, feeling her soft palm grab hold of my dick for a reassuring tug. Gently she played with it as she eased the firm whip. I can’t read the words, they’re blurring together. I squint, trying to focus on the letters instead of the lingering lavender-bubblegum-ethyl-alcohol scent. It’s ancient Greek. That’s why I can’t read the words. ‘So you’re back with Jason?’ she asks. Her voice is high, unnaturally so. She too feigns nonchalance. She’s not as good at it as I am. ‘Since when?’ she asks. It’s not a question, it’s a demand. I don’t owe her anything. ‘Since you decided to try and force your agenda on me.’ It’s a.