You slide it in with one thrust and say, “That’s my wet cunt. Let me hear you.” I moan and say, “Daddy, your cock feels so good in my pussy. N... one fucks me like you do.” You slap my ass and say, “I love your cunt Baby. So fucking wet and so tight. Squeeze my cock with it. That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good.” Suddenly, the clouds open up and rain pours down over our bodies. You pull out of me and say, “Come here, Pet.” You push me against the rail and lift my leg up until my foot is resting on. Shhh… I whispered in her ear. You behave yourself, and you dont get hurt. Just do what youre told. Nod if you understand. Sobbing silently, I felt her nod. I have a knife in my bag I sharpened just for you. If you scream, Im going to slit your fuckin throat. I promise I will. She continued to cry. Its okay to cry. Just dont fuckin scream. I lifted my hand and continued to bound her hands behind her back. I raised her up to sit on her ass. I got the rope and tied her tits tightly. They would. ‘Who is this? I won’t ask again.’ ‘Russ Williams, CIA.’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘I have a job’ ‘That’s nice, so do I’ ‘No, no I meant, I was calling to see if… if you would be interested in doing me a… favor.’ I laughed on the inside. Inexperienced. A hardened veteran would not be phased. It was obvious to me that the only contact this Russ had with men like me was in a Langley handbook. ‘I don’t do favors. Goodbye’ I said ‘Wait!’ He yelled ‘Meet me, Central Park, twenty minutes, under the. We went to his office, and he handed me a form with the figure of a man and woman on it. Each had a front and back view. Romane asked where I was having the problem and what kind of aches I was having. I told him about my neck and sometimes my hips and back. He asked me to mark the locations on the form. He then told me he used his hand, elbows, and sometimes his knee to do the massage. I said that was fine with me.He then described how he would be dressed. He told me he kept the massage room.