He said he was forced to ruin Brightman with a false report to the Internal Revenue Service.”“Goode took sworn affidavits and the false accounting...records to the judge. The judge issued an injunction. The day of that tax sale, they’re gonna slap it on your ass and disqualify your company as a bidder. And I got a dollar against your hundred that there’ll be some guys in suits holdin’ handcuffs, waitin’ for you. How’s that for sour owl-shit, fancy-pants?”Embridge sat in silent rage, his jaws. Latching her lips onto his, her tongue brushed them, begging for entry. He smirked against her lips, and sucked her tongue in his mouth, running his tongue over it, their moans muffled. His hands slid down her back, gently massaging the space between her shoulder blades. She nibbled his bottom lip softly, tugging them with her teeth. Gripping his arms tightly, soft hisses of pleasure escaped her mouth. Jay's hands gently spread over her incandescent white wings, his fingers brushing gently. I make her suck all of the come, he's just injected into mypussy, out of me and force her to eat it. Both my date and I geta good laugh out of this little chore!As soon as my new boyfriend leaves I tie my slave/girl overone of the sturdy bar stools and after removing her butt plug Irape her sissy pussy with one of my strap-on dildo's. While I'mdoing this I insist that she remain absolutely quite and if shedoes maky any sounds or noise's I make her suffer through twentyminutes of breast bondage. "He wanted to make me betray someone..." Mr. Street said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Miles," he continued though tears and smudged lipstick, "but he playsthese mind games. He keeps threatening to change the boys back again, andhe keeps saying he's going to do it to me, and he just hasn't gone away.I just keep thinking that if I hadn't thrown you to the wolves, maybeyou'd be able to help us." Well," I responded. "I'm gonna help you, but only by helping myself. Iplan to take that guy out permanently. Now.