The rubberylining was worn: but then until last week it had been constantly locked abouther wrist for several months. She looked at the lock, the litt...e clasps thatwould engage so securely as soon as she closed the ring about her arm. Somehowthe bond seemed to grin at her, like it was alive. Hungry for female fleshto imprison, hungry and confident of its victory over its prey. For a long time, Kirsten stood, holding the cuffs, remembering how it feltto be confined in them. How the metal would. “Best I can say there is a lot to analyze; the DOD is looking at the military things. We are still dissecting the things the generals sold the Prince and the international ramifications,” Frank replied.“The NSA is still working on all the linking of the net traffic from the Prince to those US individuals, closing the loose ends,” Ben replied.“Have you assigned anyone to investigate the dark web connections that were found and the growing connections to international terrorism?” I asked.“I have. Krissy began rubbing her clit with the wand making her panties wetter. “One more rule, tell me when you are cumming.” Krissy began to hope he was some weirdo that would be satisfied once she came a couple of times and would leave. “Maybe I can fake a few orgasms and he will leave me alone,'' she thought. “Oh,” he said, “don’t even think about faking an orgasm or there will be consequences.” “What the fuck?” Krissy thought in an internal monologue, “is a mind reader also?” Krissy didn’t have to. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit unless the lie caused problems with the hit, but I managed to get some copies of the hospital’s pictures of her injuries on one occasion. She’s a tiny woman, and with what he did to her, I’m amazed he didn’t kill her. According to my sources, this was routine for him, and only his money has kept him out of prison. I told that bastard not to lie to me. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about what he has done, but the bastard’s lies are beginning to irritate me..