“Take out my cock, whore.” She gasped shaking as she gripped her hands while kneeling under me, slowly she lifted her arms and gingerly pulled at ...y underwear. She gasped in fright as my cock bounced out, nearly hitting her in the face as she slowly went to touch it with a finger tip. “Uh uh, naughty whores don't get to touch with their hands. Suck it, Anna, I'm sure that man showed you how.” She looked frightened, wide eyed as she shook her head, begging me with her eyes to forgive her for. Brr. Cold woman. La Belle Damme Sans Merci. I have to admit it though--if I had gotten sabotaged in the lab I'd prepare for uninvited guests too. In all sincerity I gave her my favorite pistol--a .22 magnum 8-shot revolver that would flat-out ruin anyone's day. I taught her how to shoot it--from half cock. It's much more accurate that way. I LIKE .22 magnums.We gave the information we'd collected to Mr. Nelson. He took the bit in his teeth like a pissed-off Mustang and ran with it. He had. ‘You know Ana, staring at your clock doesn’t make it move faster.’ He teased, causing a blush to form on my cheeks. ‘Well thanks, Craig. I appreciate that.’ I jostled back, shaking my head as my long blonde hair fell into my eyes, only for him to brush it away. There was a moment of eye contact that made my blush more intense, before we looked away. It was right then that my phone vibrated across the table, to which I answered. The next five minutes were followed by sighs, agreements, and. It was a pose she normally thought was kind of cliché, but she was starting to get very worked up and so today she was feeling it.A few more clicks came from her phone, followed by a loud “DING;” her text message notification sound. Immediately she knew Matt must’ve finally seen the selfies she’d sent earlier.DINGDINGHolding the phone out towards Grace, the man sheepishly grinned, “I didn’t mean to peek, but whoever it is seems really happy”Grace stood up and took her phone from the man’s.