"Let master with his time, lets us have our time, Mr.Black..." Before Train could move again, Kyoko kissed him. At that time, Train feltsomething impl...nted in him, rising his hormones. Kyokomoved from his face, "Now, you will play with me, Mr. Black," shesmiled. As he sweated, he couldn't control the new urge from his inner selfanymore... --Meanwhile... "Surgical operation?"Eve asked back, waiting for his confirmation. She was taking her time tryingher best to move, but she couldn?t. The chains. Suddenly I slipped my hands beneath her wind-pants and started massaging her pussy over a pair of nice black panties. She immediately began to regret wearing them as I continued to torture her on the outside of the fabric, rubbing her clit and running my hands up and down her lips.Her hips moved to accentuate my work, and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. Again, I slowly wound down my play and brought my hands back up to settle on her stomach. Taking no more, she pushed me over onto. Slamming her eyes shut she can see stars.But he isn’t done with her. Spencer kisses her, rubbing her wet cunt to yet another powerful orgasm. When this one ends, there is a new fire in Sam’s eyes. She grins at him. “That’s it the pants have to come off.”Sam slides off the seat when Spencer removes his hand. She stands, sliding her pants and panties off. By the time she is finished, Spencer has his half way down his legs, his cock sticking straight up in the air. Then reaching down, Sam takes. ”“I thought so too,” Roger agrees. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” The phone rings interrupting the two men. “Excuse me,” he says tot eh man before picking up the phone. “Cornelius.”“Roger,” Frank McMIllan, the director of the FBI says. “Was the information helpful?”“It was. I have the paper in my hands now,” Roger says, picking the paper back up. “But I need a favor from you.”“Of course,” McMillan says merrily. “The FBI is at your disposal.”“We need up to the minute information as you get it,”.