Atlas pulled his weapon, removed the safety, armed it and threw it to Kate.“Here, take it if you feel safer. I can prove I am not a killer or a psyc...o. Just listen to me. Please.”Kate grabbed the gun but wasn’t able to make much of it, so she left it the table by her.“Go on. Are you going to tell me you were a reporter in Berlin and happened to pass by the bodies?”“No I will not lie. I will take this story from the beginning.I used to be in the Soviet special forces. That was not because of my. His other hand rubs over the place he just hit as he lightly traces the letters "D", "A", "D"."You belong to me," he says, spanking you hard enough to leave a heavy sting.You whimper slightly, but his attention is already back to your opening. His hand returns to your hip, and he guides his fat dick head right against your hole. You feel the pressure of him pushing forward, and your ass stretches slightly to take in the tip. You lean your head forward and press your face against the ground to. Your call.. I couldnt believe what I was hearing, but in a sickening jolt of realisation I knew he was right. Everyone saw what I was doing, if he wanted to he could have me escorted off site immediately with no further questions asked. I realised I had no power to stop this unless I was prepared to lose my job. Having been sacked from my last two roles for insubordination I couldnt afford to have another blemish on my record, Id been lucky enough to find this job and another sacking would make. I'm Diane Jones, and i own a bridal saloncalled 'White Satin.' On my left is a beauty salon run by my goodfriend, Margaret. I've owned the business for five years and am doinggreat business, as is Margaret. We are a great team, bringing inbusiness for eachother. Let me tell you about a true story about acouple that came into my salon about six months ago. Now that in itselfis unusual. Nicole had booked an appointment on a Friday at 10 am forher dress shopping for her upcoming wedding to her.