He thought for a moment, looked up at me, set the phone on the table, punched in the number, and put it on speaker. “Special Agent Baxter.”“Mitc... Conner.” So far, I thought, these two aren’t too much into small talk.“You have this on speaker, it sounds like. Is she there, too?”“Catherine? Yes, she is. The only reason for your need to contact me would be about her case.”“True. Okay ... we need to meet here in our offices and the sooner the better. I think we should plan on at least a half day. “Here,” she said, as I got up on my knees behind her.She pulled me into her and then effectively went limp.I gripped her hips and pulled her back onto me completely. She was so relaxed I had no trouble finding the right arrangement for my own legs to do what she was asking for.I eased in and out of her, feeling how she squeezed me while I drilled her. She didn’t offer any resistance and I picked up the pace. Small moans escaped her and I stopped. I was ready and doubled my grip on her hips.. Kelly’s eyes widened as she stepped into the room. There was strange looking furniture throughout the room. Something that looked like a work horse she remembered seeing in her fathers old garage, along with a wooden table, an X made of wood with chains and cuffs, a chair with the center missing and a table covered with dildos, mask, whips and assorted items. The two women led her to the chair with no seat. Removing the straps from her wrist and re-strapping them to the arms of the chair. They. Beth’s tits seem to be larger than my wife’s thirty four b cups. Both Beth and my wife where still wearing what they wore to the office that day. Skirts and blouses. Their legs covered in nylon and small hill shoes. My wife noitced me looking at their legs and told me before we get started talking you had better go get the chastity cage she had laid out on her dresser. I asked if I should put in on or did she want to do it? She said bring it out here so I can show it to Beth. The cage she had.