Then, without warning, Patricia darted a hand in between Tima's legs. She felt up between Tima's labia, none too gently judging from the girl's moans....Her sharp manicured nails groping and pinching. Jewelled rings scratching the slave-girl's sensitive skin. With a cry of triumph, Patricia caught hold of something up there. She tugged and pulled out a tampon. She threw the blood spotted object to the floor before Tima.That explained how slave-girls coped if they were forbidden wearing panties.. I complimented saying her can become a model if she wishes to. For which she said she doesn’t want to enter that industry since she feels that it is too vulgar and she would be made to wear all dirty clothes. I smiled back and said that your figure is being wasted and she can make lot of guys go mad. She smiled and got up to throw the finished apple to dustbin. Just as she got up her back sprained and she let out a yell. And she had fallen on the floor. I got up and made her sleep on the couch.. He grabbed my hair and twisted my head,"I said aint that right" "yes sir" "Bobby take your shorts of and do what the lady wants" He just looked a little confused but did what he was told, there he was standing naked in front of me, I moved over to him and got down on my knees, started to suck his young cock, in a second he was hard, I layed back on the grass and spread my legs, "cmon Bobby , come and fuck me" he knelt over me and I grabbed his cock, he was a nice size, bigger than his dad, I. ’ ‘Thank you.’ I said, leading my fellow Officers into the conference room. Inside was Martin Nash, as well as FBI Special Agent Sandra Speer and Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone. The other two persons in the room surprised Cindy and the Chief… one was the Deputy Director of the FBI, and the other was… Chief Emeritus Griswold.’ ‘Thanks for seeing us today.’ I said as the DepDirector had us all sit down. As he often did, he remained standing, slowly pacing behind Jack and Chief Griswold..