I'm grabbing my blouse and practically ripping the first 3 buttons off, moving my free hand to play with my breast. Now I'm slipping my hand into my b...a and squeezing my hard nipple between my fingers. My hand under my skirt and in my panties is moving faster in my cunt, making a slapping sound against my outer folds, swimming freely in my arousal. I roll my head back and out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing at my door. My cheeky secretary is watching me reach my peak, jaw dropped. Of course me being slightly intoxicated(I never had or have had more than a shot or two while Djing for no more of a reason that it makes it harder for me to pay attention to see how the crowd is doing to the music) but it wasn’t hard to guess that she was drunk as well just from the smell the permeated from her. She wasn’t to big in the boob department although, she wasn’t flat-chested either. Her boobs were about B-cup size if I had to guess, but it was her ass that I liked the most. It was. * * *`What do you think, Max?'`Don't know, Kid. But I think the punishment is over.'Max and I were discussing the abrupt change in my status. The punishments and interrogations had ceased. Other than the chains on my legs and wrists, I enjoyed the same status as before my escape, only with a much larger guard contingent. They went into every room I did including the bathroom and they never let me out of their sight - not for a second. There was little doubt someone (or at least Stoneface) was. He answered on the second ring. “What do you want?” she immediately demanded. “You…haven’t heard from Janet have you?” “No, can’t say she has a habit of calling me, actually and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t take calls from me. Why?” “I know you hate her, okay…I get it…but I can’t seem to get through to her and I tried getting back into the city but the roads are all blocked off by the National Guard.” “Where are you at?” “Cross the river…they got the bridge sealed off.” “What are you doing over.