Since this whole chase after the senator’s daughter began, he’d been somewhat successful at bullying what he needed from the various scum that sto...d in his way. That had been his go-to tool over the last year in fact. He’d found if you threatened someone, then proved you meant it by, say, breaking a finger or a bullet in the foot, the information tended to flow forth. So far it had all been accurate. Sometimes he didn’t even need to do anything to prove he was serious, and the threats alone. There was a message on my machine the next day, leaving the number of Dr. Jenkins. It was a woman's voice, probably his student assistant or something. Before I could get the jitters I called. ?Dr. Jenkins office, Dr. Jenkins speaking? a female voice said.Hi! This is Russell Callahan. I applied for your toilet slave, excuse me, human toilet position.?? (Shit! This isn't going well, I thought) Have you ever been a toilet slave, Mr. Callahan?Oh no! Not at all. Nothing like that. I live a pretty. A low moan emerged from her, rising quickly to a shout, and her body shook as she came, staring into my face, her hips jerking into Mike’s ass. She moved her hands to my shoulders to hold herself up, a look of almost panic on her face, her breasts quivering, and then her eyes rolled up and she seemed to stop breathing. A massive tremor ran through her, and she exhaled, then took several deep breaths. I felt her hand loosen on my shoulders, and she slumped a little, and her head dropped down to. Our tongues tangle wildly as he takes my hands, fingers interlaced with his and holds them to the wall on either side of my head. I whimper again, and his body comes in contact with mine and I feel his arousal against me and he presses it to me. We kiss passionately, so hotly that both of us begin to pant and his hand delves between my thighs, fingers exploring and my hips arch towards them."You're so wet, Alexis; you want me so much!" he says urgently against my lips as his fingers begin to.