Clegg buried himself in a magazine.The two of them sat waiting for their women. The German with increasing impatience, Freddie with increasing puzzlem...nt.Eventually, Sandy emerged, followed by one of the shop's flunky's carrying a pile of boxes. "I see you had a successful shop," said Freddie."In more ways than one," Sandy said as she led the way out of the shop and flagged down a taxi. She and Clegg climbed in. The flunky piled the parcels in as well."What now?" said Clegg as the cab sped down. ”“I’m sure NRP will fight importing any Chinese sperm, if it exists. Sounds like they are trying to keep one up on the Russians. What do you want for Christmas?”“For ... What?”“It seems that as your boss, I should get you a Christmas gift. My boss at the newspaper sends a bottle of scotch around at the holiday. It’s a nice gesture.”“But it’s ... There are rules, Mr. Smith. According to the Code of Federal Regulations at 5 CFR 2635 201–205 and 301–304, ‘On annual occasions where gifts are. I made a fresh pot of coffee and settled in to review the spreadsheet I had printed out the night before. It went without saying that I had plenty of firearms, magazines, holsters, ammunition, and the necessary tools and supplies to reload whatever I used. Instead of meeting up in Phoenix with the others to split up the spoils of the winning bid, I was sitting here with 600 surplus M4A1carbines (the shortened version of the venerable M16) all with the Advanced Combat Optical Gunsights already. At first she teased me in my panties as I got stiff, telling me how naughty I was and that I needed to be punished. Smack! Smack! Smack! I cried out in pain. "Don't worry," Bill said. "This room is sound proof." Tears were welling in my eyes as she hit me hard before stopping, releasing my panty-covered cock out of the side of the leg. God she was sucking so good, taking it all in her mouth with her tongue flicking around my balls. I now knew why I needed to be tied. My whole body was shaking.