He was trying to figure out how this man got past his guards posted outside.Aric looked at the man for a bit before he answered.The man sitting behind...the large oak lacquered desk was just a little older than him, had a pot bellied, was balding with could easily be called an old man's crown of white hair. What little hair he did have was sparse.While the man was wearing an expensive suit, he still gave the appearance as being greasy to the touch. The room they were in had an extremely plush. Turning my back to the chair next to Tanya’s, I sat down. Within a few seconds, I felt the steel manacles on the chair snap closed, all at once. Wrists, ankles, stomach, chest and neck... I was now trapped like she was! The steel bands had fully tightened by themselves, I was absolutely immobile, no escape seemed possible. I’m not exactly sure why, but the combination of the bondage, the pain, and the seemingly impossible situation we were in drove me to a wonderful, crashing orgasm. I could. He would have needed it to prove his identity after all, if he had turned traitor and agreed to the syndicate’s terms.He pressed his finger against the fingerprint reader embedded in the leather, the microcomputer inside activating to display his UNNI identification.“Computer,” he whispered, “randomize ID.” He held the device up to his face at arms length and waited. After a moment, the familiar holographic badge faded, replaced with a fake name and ID number along with a photograph of his. My mind was lost in other thoughts.It was halfway through the fourth quarter, and I could already feel my pussy starting to get hot and wet. It reminded me of when I was a cheerleader and a lot of the football players had gotten their way with me after a game. It was my favorite sexual experience to date and I couldn’t wait to live it again with these young boys. The seniors were playing with extra motivation and some of them looked for me in the stands because they knew I would be their.