“The union has rendered judgment about your misdeeds, and you can either accept our punishment or forever be shunned.” That got me thinking - and ...wallowing hard. “Shunned?” I asked, slightly choked up at the dreadful thought that all these wonderful pussies and mouths could be out of my reach. My eyes roamed around the room and over all the pretty naked girls who focused on me with accusing glares. “Punishment?” I asked - rather stupidly - with trepidation. It could be a small spanking, and I. As she poured out her heart it became clear to me that this woman was doing nothing wrong other than not giving up the prize before the game even started. Maybe she was a flirt and a bit of a tease but mainly she was attracted to men that only wanted to fuck her. Several weeks later she had gone out on a date with a new guy that we had known for a while who worked in the corporate office as the IT manager. Something always bothered me about him but I could never put my finger on it. He just. I rang work claiming sickness but spent the day screwing Joan on the experience. I recall her sucking Ian’s dried juices from my shirt as sh masturbated to orgasm. Three days later Ian arrived. I let him in, introduced him and we all sat down with a drink. The talk got round to what we did in the toilet. Joan sat between us and I took the initiative. I placed her left hand on Ian’s crotch and the other on mine. She began to rub us and I began to feel het breasts, I encouraged Ian to do the. We took pictures too. I have them at home. I have doctor’s bill.”“Your agent, does he have a name?”Irina exhaled. She looked trapped. Her shoulders sagged. “Sylvester Damiani, Sly. He is good man. He saved me.”“I see. To be honest, we know Mr Damiani, but not as a good man. Where did you get the gun?”Irina sat straight and her Russian accent receded as she concentrated.“Last year, I was abducted by goons, by the Kaçanis.” The detective looked up with interest. “They beat me up, broke my.