Most of the exterior was brick. The windows, however, were the weak spot. It would be all too easy to shoot through the glass or throw a molotov cockt...il through the glass. It took me three weeks to get the work done. I had it done at night by some old friends. Both exterior and interior video surveillance systems were added. The recorder was located in a hidden safe. The door frames were replaced with heavy duty metal frames that were sunk into the reinforced concrete floor. There were sheets. Mike took his hand off of my head, and I could hear him unzip his jeans. I decided to keep my head still at first with the man’s throbbing mushroom against the back of my throat. I used my tongue, pressing up against the bottom of his now rock solid cock, rolling it forward and backward as if trying to stick it out of my mouth, doing my best not to gag or choke.I had only done this six or seven times before his whole cock jumped inside my mouth, his glans swelled firm and thick, and I was. He was one of the only men that could match Murph when it came to putting them back. "After Stacy passed I can't look at blondes anymore. I've only got one love now," he said tipping the glass back to his lips. "We have a guest room in my house or even CGB's if you'd prefer. There's always space here but Morgan is going through her slave training so you're going to hear a lot of that." I don't mind," he laughed, moving to stand up. "It brings back fond memories." The door to Murph's office. We could still hear the music drifting from the dance floor. He took me in his arms and we slowly pretended to be dancing, not moving much, just cuddling against each other. His hands were on my bottom and he pressed me against his cock. I let him press me close and enjoyed the feeling of the hard shaft as it rolled from side to side across my stomach and Mons Veneris.“That’s a funny name for it, isn’t it?”“What?”“Mons Veneris! That’s what you are rubbing against, ya know, my Mons Veneris!” I.