" He slammed his fist on the table and glared at her. "And a goddamned slave to your own warped emotions."She was clearly stunned as her blank express...on and slack jaw testified."Yes, that's it. You are a slave. Is that what you want to be?" he demanded.Mrs. Whitfield nodded her head, although her demeanor had not changed. I speculated she had no conscious idea she signaled him thusly."As you wish. If you insist on being a slave, then so it shall be, but you will not be a slave to your own. Finally Marion got up out of her chair, walked over to the desk, and removed a large black strap on dildo and harness. Evie moaned out loud a the mere sight of the thick latex satisfier, the only question now was whether she would be mounted by Marion or Anna! Her answer came quick enough when Marion tossed the dildo to Anna and said, “Put it on and give her the fucking of her life!!!” When she turned to face Evie with the brutal looking appendage sticking obscenely from the little blonde’s. " "Why don't you page him, tell him Special agent Peterson and Crawford are here in response to his request." The girls eyes widened and she picked up the phone in a hurry. Nikki shot him a brief glance. Scott grimaced. He knew the glance was meant as a reminder that they had been told to be discrete. But he was feeling somewhat disguntled at being dragged out here for what was probably some pathetic waste of time. The girl hung up the phone. "Why don't you wait for him in his office, he'll be. "I'll show you a sea monster lassie." he said in sick jest. Just then there was another sound besides that of his chuckle and my tormented moaning. A "click-click" from a musket's action was heard along with a voice from the third man. "Alright Jones, you've had enough fun, you knows the rules.The captain gets the first pick of any prize." My tormentor had stopped his caressing and slowly backed away from me. "Oh come on Timothy, you know I did it all in jest." he said in repentance, trying to.