On the TV played a BDSM movie with some poor slave getting whipped on the balls. His eyes settled on his Mistress. She was sitting cross legged on the...bed, wearing a black leather corset with garters attached to her thigh high stockings, and finished with knee high stilettos. Around her neck hung the key to his cage, she toyed aimlessly with it, inadvertently highlighting the fact she owned his cock.'I would like to start with a few rules. I'll tell you more as we go, if you break any you will. Mr. Bell finally answered. "I believe Jack is coming to explain why Tim Sanderson is not in custody. Whatever else he has to say better be good, because I expect this meeting to be unpleasant."Maybe you are right, Br- I mean David. Maybe we need to get the DOJ down the throat of this judge. It is unconscionable that Tim Sanderson isn't sitting in a cell, for however long it takes, waiting for his trial."We might need to call in our overdue favors and have the federal government put this thing. Why didn't he? Well, there was no faking my mood. Something had him inthe dumps. He didn't think wearing a dress would help it, but hell, whynot try everything?He slid a pair of panties up his legs. It felt wonderful l. Hr fasteneda bra around my chest. Terrific. He looked at the mirror. No, that waswrong. Hr wasn't the world's hairiest guy, but Hr had a couple of clumpsof hair. He took the bra and panties off. He went into the bathroom. Hetook my razor and went to work, shaving closely where. With their mouths still pressed together, Kim raised her ass and reached down between their bodies, groping for his hard prick. Grasping the base of his cockshaft, she aimed his big prick-knob up at her slippery cunt that was poised just above it."Jesus Christ," he moaned, feeling the intense heat radiating from her steaming pussy as it moved down closer to the head of his throbbing hard-on.Trembling with excitement as she lowered her juicy pussy down closer to his prick, she shuddered with joy.