Physical contact was the important aspect, of our tomfoolery, but the look in Ambers hooded eyes spoke of need and desire, and the sheen on her crotch...clearly showed she was ready for my brother’s sexual attention.As I noticed this the feeling of being the odd one out left me with a feeling of despair, at any moment I would be ordered out to leave them to indulge in that sacred act, but there was hope, as they edged closer and closer, choosing to ignore me, no one was asking me to go, so I. Never leaving my self-control out of sight, it was rare that our choking play would leave her with bruises. I had, however, been a bit rougher than usual. Giving her neck some gentle attention reduced the chances of any bruising. Not that Sam would mind, she wore bruises like trophies."Alright," she said and we were off to the races.I was starting to flag a bit from being still, but I knew a uniquely Sam-only technique that never failed to replace my cock with a facsimile of an iron rod. Sam. It was of him explaining everything to me. “I wonder how many times an FBI agent can get raped in prison, in say 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. Then moved behind him again.“The. "You'll find your mission wardrobe in the boxes being brought innow." Sharon said as a series of M.I.B dressed men set boxes downin front of them. When Samantha opened the box, she pulled up apink tutu and toe shoes. "What kind of mission outfit is this?" Tina said as she pulled out ablond Shirley Temple wig and pink dress with white polka dots. "Iwouldn't be caught dead in this thing." "The crook is stealing toys." Sharon said as she took a seat behindher new desk and glared from behind her.