These were the fanatic personal bodyguards for the Boss of Bosses. They thought that they were "hot stuff" in their fancy uniforms and openly-worn sid... arms. Each floor had a small armory mostly stocked with 9 mm ammunition for the machine-pistols these bodyguards used. They never really expected to need it, so much of the ammunition was well out of date and of problematical value.There were a few guards on duty, but most of the security was provided by the massive steel doors that covered the. It WAS pretty sexy to watch and their bodies glistened in the glow of the fire. In response, in a natural way, my wife and I fondled and made out another without taking off our clothes. We instinctively knew that if we stripped down, things would get out of hand - we were both pretty drunk and anything could have happened with some provocation. In retrospect, it was a pretty admirable restraint that we showed at the time. There were no lights in the room on other then what was coming from. My jaw ached as my eyes fluttered open. The rubber ball gagged filled my mouth. My tongue probed against it. I let out a frustrated sigh. The straps were locked in place. I couldn’t remove it. I couldn’t use my powers. My asshole clenched around the butt plug still filling my asshole. I sucked in a deep breath, squirming. I brushed my half-sister Georgia.I still didn’t know how she was my sister. My father swapped my gags so fast last night I didn’t have a chance to give him an order and. Tim was now getting first class tutoring!"Now, turn on the ball of your foot, not the heel, you'll wobble or tripotherwise dear!" Ms. Lawrence said as she watched Tim reach the end ofthe living room then turn to make a return trip. "Relax the arms, palmsup, turn the thumbs out, not so stiff, limp wrists!" she said as shewatched closely. He took her direction to her satisfaction. "Stop,turn and curtsey!" she ordered. He did as he was told with nearperfection then continued on back and forth.