By the time we had finished with her, Samantha was wearing black lacepanties, a black lace bra, a red corset with black lace trimming aroundit. She w...s also wearing fishnet stockings which were attached to thecorset and over this she was also wearing a maid's outfit like mine butwith white satin opera gloves.Samantha was also wearing make-up which Susan had taught me to apply toSamantha's face and a wig and cap like mine.When Samantha woke in the morning it took her a few minutes to. He threatened to have me arrested. He didn’t know that I had the last dying declaration of Agent Gray Stone in which he told me on tape that abut the ‘killing Ed Rogers plan’ that it was sanctioned by the FBI. Since I had the insurance tape I knew we were going to be at a stalemate. Yes, I got Hammer killed, but the FBI plan tried to execute me. Hammer needed it I didn’t. Well I admit that was just my opinion. My card kinda trumped his card. Even if I went to trial for killing Hammer, I wasn’t. I was a little worried because I didn't know him and he wasn't the cleanest guy but I did sort of wonder what mexican cock was like. He walk over to my bed and took his pants off and sat on edge of bed. I then walk over and drop to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He did not smell very good but once I had his cock in my mouth I couldn't stop. As I sucked him he was talking away but I didn't understand him, probably calling me whore, bitch, sissy or cocksucker all which would have been. ’ ‘I’m glad you found what you were looking for.’ ‘I never said that Chris,’ I threw back, ‘but what about you? Married?’ ‘No.’ ‘You said you were engaged. I just assumed.’ ‘It didn’t work out. She wasn’t who I thought she was, who I guess I wanted her to be.’ ‘And who did you want her to be, some little Susie Homemaker or something?’ ‘No, God Damn It Prissy! I wanted her to be you! No one could ever live up to your memory. I’m single.’ ‘Chris,’ I whispered feeling like I was the one who’d been.