It seems there has been a situation.” I rolled my eyes. “Who is she?” I asked. * After the weasel little campaign manager had gotten his st...ry out, I jumped up, grabbing one of my specially tailored t-shirts, a thong, and some shorts. It was a bright, hot day so I added a pair of mirrored sunglasses to the ensemble and some sandals, finishing it all off by tying my dark hair into a simple pony tail. I paused to look at my reflection and shook my head. My god I’m a hot bitch. * I. Tie me to the bed, baby...."I chuckled and smacked her ass, just hard enough to make her jump a bit. "Go get 'em, babe" I told her.She practically ran to her suitcase, sitting across the room. Bending over, as she reached into the bag, I had the perfect view of her ass and glistening pussy, her juices running down her smooth thighs. Glancing over at her nightstand, I saw a long red vibrator laying on it and well... I couldn't resist.She gasped when I snuck up behind her and shoved the toy into. Deputy Miles Thompson the officer in charge of the drug bustSimone one of Lynne’s girlsMike the dead ex-copTrudy Deacon’s client.Eddie Samantha’s ex husband.Samantha the assistant district attorneyI had driven all the way from Grenada to Crystal Springs in time to have lunch with Jodie. We were sitting in some upscale Deli. I ordered a Ruben sandwich. It was a pretty good sandwich, except the pickle was awful.“So Jodie have you decided what your next move is going to be?” I asked.“Actually, I. ..” she sneered as she slammed her dick harder into Emma's helpless pussy. “Maybe it's because those lovely little nanites aren't just making you feel good. They're binding your DNA with mine, binding you to me, at the cellular level. Making you mine! You ARE mine now, Emma. I own you Bitch! Fom the inside out!”Emma begins to struggle mightily exerting one final heroic effort. She starts to bypass the circuitry jamming her collar and Storm feels her beginning to slip into her mind. Emma's face.