I stood their dumbfounded taking it all in, my perfect vision was interrupted by a shrill high voice."What the hell are you doing, get out you pervert..." she yelled. I snapped out of my trance and ran out of the room into the hallway slamming the door shut behind me. I stood there trying to settle my mind as those beautiful images of my bitch of a sister ran through my mind over and over. Suddenly she came out of the room again and turned to me with the death stare she gives most people, that. “Finish off while I change your bed sheets,” I said then exited the bathroom.I walked to the guest room but realized that the clean bed sheets were in the bathroom. I turned back to the bathroom but stopped when I saw his naked reflection on the mirror through the ajar door. He moved the towel away to expose the wonderful tool between his legs.“That’s unreal,” I thought, looking at the size of his penis.I had never cared about penis size, five or seven inches didn’t matter to me, but this was. Meanwhile, with two FBI agents mostly keeping the thrashing secretary restrained, I forceibly managed to pry open the clenched fingers of her right hand and discovered two wonderfully lovely little gems of evidence that had been but a moment from being flushed down the toilet. With a telling jerk of her head, Bel signaled the pair of helpful FBI agents that the faithful and devotedly loyal Ms. Holcomb could be taken into custody as a material witness and charged with obstruction of justice and. The rules were simple. She had a minute to hide somewhere inside the large house. If Steve found her in 10 minutes he would dictate the style and pace of their lovemaking. Otherwise he would call the shots. Although Steve was sexy, generous and loving he tended to take over in bed. Not that it really upset her. She enjoyed watching his muscular physique thrusting against her in her large wardrobe mirror, or in front of the mirror wall of his bathroom. But sometimes she wanted a free rein to.