I played the digital recording of him. It was of him explaining everything to me. “I wonder how many times an FBI agent can get raped in prison, in ...ay ten years.” I made a motion then turned off the recorder,. “Do you want to go out like a man or what?” I asked. By that time I was holding his pistol.“Give it to me,” he said.“On your knees first,” was my reply. Janet and I stood behind him. I handed him the automatic after cleaning it with my sweatshirt to remove my prints. I handed it to him.. “What can I do for you?”“Grabo I need your help right now! You have to locate someone for me and bring them back to Tallahassee as soon as possible,” shouted Barrington, as a tearful Arlene watched.“I stupidly manipulated my daughter into breaking of her wedding,” said Barrington over the phone. “Damn I didn’t know she was this fucking much in love with the guy.”“He took off and hasn’t been seen since, within the hour she went nuts screaming she had made a huge mistake! She’s a goddamned mess,. “Your feet probably smell disgusting!” Nick’s jaw dropped and eyes widened and then he laughed hard. “Why do you say that?” he asked. “I bet your feet smell manly and wolfy! They might make me sick.” Nick laughed again and said “Too damned bad, smell my feet slave!” I looked up at him then looked at his feet and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to smell his feet and that they were probably stinky. Just as quickly as Nick began again to gently push my head toward his feet,. Do you like this? She smiled…My cock twitched upward… Yes… This is nice, I whispered in her ear. 

Pressing her ass against my now engorged cock, she managed to move it up and down then side to side. She was sexually dancing for me, teasing me, and while she did this, I felt her reach back with her left hand to cup and squeeze my balls through my trousers. Skillfully, she moved from my sack to my shaft gently stroking my new found hardness, fabric and all. What a wonderfully toned ass, I.