He told me that I COULD lose my job over this but he was willing to not say anything to my boss if I serviced him regularly, “now get to it, clean m... cock, I WANT you to lick all the sweat off it, then I’m going to fuck your throat” were his exact words, taking my tongue I licked his cock all over top to bottom, from every angle, I wanted to keep my job! That’s when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, from now on boy, YOU WILL call me SIR! All I could do was look at him, wide eyed and nod,. Things continued at the same pace. The next note was sex of a week, then sex for two weeks, and finally sex for a whole month. I just kept abusing the shit of my sister’s raw clit. I had the upper hand and I was getting even for everything that she had ever done to me. Just before the eighth turn her note promised me sex every night for a year, I showed the notes to Mary. She swallowed hard but said okay. That eighth turn in the hallway caused my sister to scream out loud several times, to howl. Sandra began to scream even louder as his thrusts increased. “Bet Steve can’t fuck you like this can he?” He shouted at her. “Oh no, no,” she gasped, “this is much better.” Malcolm gave her thigh a hard slap. “Tell me I fuck you better than him.” “Aaaaarrrrrrrgh you fuck me better than him,” she responded. Malcolm let out a long loud groan as his seed began to leave him. Sandra screamed once again as she welcomed his cum inside her. They lay where had collapsed for a few minutes. Sandra. What the hell were they doing here, marine?"All went silent for a long moment. The marine visibly composed himself, stepped back and stood at perfect attention. He noticed the agency's deputy director sitting upright in the back seat, white-faced and visibly shaken."Sir! Begging pardon, sir! What old couple, sir?"His day pretty much went down hill from there. He'd had his people working non-stop, trying to trace the dead Russian syndicate goons back to their source, and to dig out whatever had.