Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I noticed she would discretely begin to m...ssage her tummy then gradually slide her hand down into her pants. Even her orgasms were really discrete. When questioned she said it was her sister. Then one night it happened. I was watching another TV went to get a drink ,she was laid back in the recliner phone to her ear PJ top pulled up exposing her breasts, legs draped over both chair arms. She knows I like blonde hair so she wears her blonde wig for me. She looks good with any color hair though! She shoves me onto the bed and whips out her cuffs, sticking one of my wrists in and cuffing me to one bedpost. She climbs on me and straddles me, sliding up to me face and sits on my mouth, grinding first then bouncing on me. I stick out my tongue. Each time she lands my tongue penetrates that pussy. She uses most of her weight to drive her ass into my face, suffocating me, making. I’m so glad to have the opportunity to work with you.”Sam looks at Roger and smiles. He knows that smile and he knows its meaning is the opposite of what she shows. He smiles back. “Remember, you were young agents once. Imagine what it would be like to meet a legend.”“Shut up, bitch!” the man says with venom in his voice as he brings his hand across the young woman’s face.“If you know what’s good for you,” another voice with a thick accent says, “then you’ll participate and shut the fuck. “I have to keep my cunt and ass bald and my asshole clean as a whistle, Sir,” Juliette admitted.“Do you also sleep tied up?” I asked.“It is very hard for me to fall asleep without the feeling of scratchy rope against my skin, Sir” Juliette sighed before explaining that if she tied herself up, then there would have been no one to untie her.“I could have untied you,” I said.“I don’t know if you could untie the knots I tie, Sir,” Juliette warned me. “Your father didn’t leave instructions on how we.