He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. ...But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of. A very modern bathroom was also adjacent to the bedroom. The two couples gathered in the sitting room until the extra armchairs were put in the bedroom. There was a short moment of silence as everyone was slightly embarrassed and no one took the lead. It was Barbara, as usual, who suggested they all move to the bedroom and suggested to Edith that they help their husband undress. Both men were about the same age, Nigel having longer hair and being slimmer while Henry, slightly pudgy, was the. "We got a search warrant."The door flew open, and several men burst into the room, bearing guns and riot gear. "Freeze!" one of the men yelled. "Hands on the desk, no sudden movements. You have a right to remain silent. You have a right to a lawyer. Anything you say can be held against you."In moments, Harper and McMullen were laying on the floor, hands handcuffed behind them. One of the men wearing a jacket with "FBI" on it in big letters sat down at Harper's desk, and turned on the computer.. His other hand went down to the damp shirt I was wearing, pulling it aside to reveal one of my large breasts, the bright pink nipple already hard because of this electrifying situation. He pushed the other side of his shirt over as well, revealing my other breast. I sucked a little harder on his thumb, looking up at him as he looked down at my milky white chest. He slid his thumb from my mouth and trailed his fingers down my neck, cupping one of my breasts in each of his hands and curling his.