He had spent a lot of money on learning how to resist torture and lie detection drugs. They will find that I don’t roll over so easily, he thought ...ust as the beam touched his forehead. Within seconds, he was very willingly telling everything they asked in addition to volunteering even more. One interesting thing they learned was that he had decided to retire after this last hit, or more correctly, the hit that he was going to screw over Tanaka and change. Tanaka was, himself, going to replace. I never used the strap on. I was a little nervous. I had never fucked anybody before. Usually the men fuck me. We got it on me and then we just started to kiss and hold each other. I was sucking at Shelly’s breasts. Lightly chewing and loving her erect nipples. I bit at each one and then moved to the next one. I then spread Shelly’s thighs and licked her into moaning sighs. I licked and loved her beautiful folds and then tongue fucked her pussy. I made sure to get her very wet, before sliding. It happened when a group of men seeing her on the street called her "sweater-meat." She should have been angry or blushed with shame. Instead, she felt a thrill. They'd noticed. Her tits were phenomenol. Men WANTED her. They wanted her TITS. She could tell by their expressions they wanted to put their hands under her blouse, tug at her bra, "feel her up." She knew what the expression meant. It was about what she came to learn was an important part of Rough Sex. She WANTED it. NO, she. She was very hot on the phone that night and was telling me how hot and hard my cock felt against her clit and how good it felt.I asked her whether she was enjoying having my dick so close to her pussy when she was tied helplessly and couldn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted. She moaned more, telling me again how great my dick felt. I could tell she was close to cuming as she was obviously fingering her pussy while lying in bed talking to me and she told me she was very close. I asked her.