And if I revealed to others how it could be done, how many of us would ever be safe again - from unscrupulous criminals to the, much more likely, gove...nment agencies. The answer, of course, was no-one would be safe, ever again. I left the refectory, totally oblivious to whatever food had passed my lips, and returned to Colin's office. I pocketed the tape recording I'd made at the end of the experiment, which we'd carelessly left in the cassette recorder. I didn't want that information getting. He came to tell me George is at the bar and he’s drunk. Mario and some others are trying to make him drive them to Ayia Napa. I don’t know what to do Michael. He won’t listen.” My uncle was shaking with worry.“Go home, leave it to me,” I said to my uncle. Turning to the teenager, I ordered him. “Peter go to the bar, try and stall him for me.”“OK.” Running to get into his car.Throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I ran out the house, pulling the door shut behind me. Slamming my foot on the. “Fuck that looks good,” Renee commented. “I want to see how she tastes.” She kissed me firmly, her tongue swirling around my mouth. “God you taste good Ash, I want more.”I was the shocked one now, but didn’t resist as she let go of my cock and grabbed Ashleigh’s hand and proceeded to lick the remaining juices from them. Ashleigh seemed oblivious to what we were doing, but when Renee lay across my lap and started to insert one finger into her pussy she opened her eyes and gasped. “Renee fuck. Taking it off for some strange reason made me re-live my incident at JFK. As I smiled to myself-I wouldn’t get stopped for this again. Is this the way smugglers feel? I also remembered how desperately I needed to cum after a week in this chastity device. I would do anything upon my return to have Mistress make me cum. Even if it meant taking the chance of being discovered with this new toy in my luggage and probably be outed. I knew I would have to beg my mistress to allow me to cum. I need an.