‘I was taking Sarah to the Wolfram and Hart Christmas party, it was suppose to be a surprise but oh well, here.’ He handed Sarah the box and she o...ened it, inside was a long gold satin dress, with a matching bolero and underneath was a white lace basque with a suspender belt with stockings, but no panties to go with it. ‘Oh sorry … good, someone’s gotta get some fun around here. Say about twelve?’ ‘Are you sure?’ Sarah asked. Buffy nodded her approval and watched them both leave the office.. Her cunt was in spasms and wildly convulsing all over Emily's hot wriggling tongue.Meg's hips thrust upwards, her legs wrapping tightly like two anacondas around Emily's head, toes curling in absolute pleasure as her juices began to spray out of her and flood Emily's face and mouth."Drink me you fucking bitch," Meg screamed out as her juices kept pouring out of her.She felt her stomach muscles clench as she pushed every last drop of squirt and liquid gold out of her and into Emily's thirsty. So he'd been treatedto the full Jane Thompson course of studies. It had actuallybeen fun to get one she could really cut loose on, really put thefear of Jane into, and initially, he'd fought her. He'd lost, ofcourse, Jane simply had too much experience and he was the idealsubject for her method, but it had been an extremely trying andpainful rite of passage for him.If she'd had more time, she could have taken things more slowly,more gently, at least a little bit, and taken longer in. He was going to have to deal with her at some stage. She had always been stubborn and difficult, but he wouldn’t stand for anything that risked the plan being compromised. He had to put her back in her place. He quickly tapped in his response – Yep – and sent it. Wow. That’ll show her. The Voice. Look, I don’t have time for this now. No, you don’t, but you need to sort her out. You need her on your side. In fact, you just need her. Later. Ok, but a good commander sorts things out before they.