Suddenly she wasaware that the young man had involuntarily stoppedremoving his jacket. She guessed – he was looking ather, bending over. Katie k...ew she should ignore it, butliked being looked at, particularly by a good lookingyoung man like this. After taking a few moments more than she should,reaching the coke, she handed it to the young man, andgestured to an arm chair. “Have a seat for a moment.”The young man sat down. Katie turned to a mirror andbrushed her hair again. She knew he’d have guessed that it wasn’t just the lush humiliation of being shown on a leash to smugly appreciative women, that plug would prove its worth when he actually saw the device which was to be his ultimate destiny; the masochistic pleasure of it would have him want to defecate in awe of the pleasure he’d know upon it ... and she was as eager as Hortense to see his reaction, the pleasure of taunting him with it, so blissfully justifiable. Hortense seemed to read her mind, breaking. Your soft groans surround me as I move faster to push you all the way to the back of my throat, my head moving up and down, as I take in the feel of your ever-thickening need.As I am sucking you hard and fast, you fist my hair and moan, "Slower, my Lil Bit." So I slow to the movements that you determine as you push and pull me, letting me know how it feels the best. I match the rhythm you have chosen and slide my hand beneath your sweet, firm ass cheeks. Your husky groans turn into growls as I. Slowly Trixie fingered her little white girl box while looking up at Officer Jerome with her big blue eyes. The agent was in a daze, her BCV completely taking over her body as she moved her wet fingers from her pussy, to her small A cup tit, to her beautiful pink mouth.Joe and Jerome looked at each other knowing what had to be done...the only way to break a slutty, spaded white whore out of a BCV trance was to get some BBC into her. Jerome looked worried.“Look man shes an agent on a mission we.