“I can see I’ve upset you. I apologise. It won’t happen again.”Relieved that Lionel had not fallen under a lorry, become trapped on the Underg...ound or suffered a heart attack or any of the other myriad scenarios her imagination had conjured over the last two hours, Allison became calmer. As she did so, she realised that she didn’t care why he was late. She was also determined to have Lionel understand the worry he had caused her. And since, she reasoned, a dominatrix could punish her slave if. She kisses him and throws her leg over, straddling his lap. Santa grabs her voluptuous breasts and sucks one into his mouth. Between the suction and the feeling of his thick white beard, she gasps sharply. His hands find her ass and slides through the crack to her pussy and he buries two thick fingers in her.“Mmm,” she moans as her hand flounders for his cock. He is already semi-hard again, and the situation is quickly adjusting that.Charity is up on the arm of the sofa with Belle’s eager mouth. " "Of course you can, in future take one when you need it". They both sparked up their cigarettes and Charlie could see that a weight had been lifted from Alice's shoulders. "I needed this..." she said slumping back into the seatee. "Would you like another drink?" asked Charlie. "I have Tea, Coffee, Squash or some of the hard stuff". "I won't say no to the hard stuff" she giggled. Charlie smirked at her whilst he got up and grabbed two glasses and poured the bourbon into them, and topping off. Their bosses had, but they hadn’t. It was fairly typical in a bureaucracy for bosses to withhold information from those under them. Even in this organization. It made the boss feel special, to know something his underlings didn’t. The interrogators had been told what tactic to use based on the subject’s profile, but that was all.Jane knew he was in this room because he consented to be there. Always before, the interrogator had wanted something from the subject. Nobody thought to ask the subject.