I felt her throbbing wet pussy. I inserted two fingers, then had her lick them clean. I relaxed her tight back hole with some lube, and spanked her ag...in."Now undress me my slut. Take your time, Touch me! Caress my body. Use your slutty lips to make me hard." As I held her leash and directed her movements, as if intoxicated by my commands, she complied to my every request without question. Every movement was a choreographed Broadway production. We were on stage. I was the lead. I was the. Sam James was operations. Operations means missions. The Director and Sam James rose in Agency together. If he hadn’t decided to lose himself in the jungle of Brazil, Sam might today be the Director of this section of Agency. It was partially the disappearance of Sam and the rumors that he was escaping the anarchy that had become the South American Section under the former Director that facilitated the shakeup of the entire section. Director’s real name was Michael Fontane, but he was never. .. don't stop."I pushed her over the edge again.Her body shook, she arched her back and her pussy contracted around my tongue.Juices shot down my mouth, onto my lips and on parts of my face.Amazing. I needed more. I didn't stop. I was already addicted.My mother's body went numb as I slid my tongue out of her. I crawled back on top of her, my face above hers and kissed again.Our tongues entwining, our bodies melting. She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes."Make love to me Stephanie, please. Do not get your chutiya bf home to fuck you today. Get home and message me”.I went through the whole day worried what I was going to do. Salil wanted to have some fun but I had to tell him no, and that we can’t go back home today. He was angry, but I did not feel like doing anything. Once I reached home, I messaged my blackmailer. He responded with “now, baby, take off your shirt and skirt, I want you only in your Bra and Panty”. I did not know what to do, I wondered if he could see me, so told.