I knew what might happen. I knew I might die, or worse... the things that happen to undercover operatives tend to be creative, slow and unpleasant. Be...ng cut up a bit... that's not such a big deal. I remember with sudden clarity how my two-week affair with Azid started. He too goaded me. He made me angry, said things that... that shouldn't even have made me angry. Said things about Mindy that made Mindy angry rather. Said she was a worthless, drug-addicted whore, that she was wasting her life. Inside I found a bottle of lubricant and three dildos. She said “those are for later.”I came back to them with the lubricant and said you both have to tell me how much you want to be fucked, and what you want to do with me. There followed a slurred description of all manner of erotic, sexy, pornographic and very filthy things they wanted to do with me, along with begging me to ram my cock into them. Whilst they were telling me all this I was busy licking and sucking their cocks and balls and. Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left"Amazing," he thought as he flew down I-95, pushing the pedal even more.Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a Florida State Trooper, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120. Suddenly, he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this!" and pulled over to await the trooper's arrival.Pulling in behind him, the trooper got out of his. Her moans were staccato yells of pain as he began thrusting, harder and harder, until she was bounding on his invisible cock. A doll for Victor to sodomize as he wished.If only there was someone behind those cameras, the red dot staring at her. If only one of her lab friends, a co-worker, any of the security guys would come, would fight Victor or destroy him so that she could go. Agnes cried and struggled and stared at the nearest camera, pleading with her eyes and, when Victor’s thrusting.