I want you." I reached towards him. He took my hand, and I turned toward Molly and Aaron and the others."I didn't kiss Russell because he tutored me. ... kissed him because he's hot and he's my boyfriend and I'm crazy about him," I said. Molly looked at me like I said I was becoming a Hindu or something. "I'm with Russell now, so deal with it."Russell looked almost as shocked as Molly. I squeezed his hand hard."So, do I get that tour of the newspaper office now?" Sure. I guess so," Russell said.. ” She slips into the kitchen and back out. Within moments she is returning with some items—a can of whipped cream, some chocolate syrup and some grapes.“You planned this, didn’t you,” Spencer says accusingly with a crooked smile.“Well, let us just say that we won’t be getting much sleep today,” she says, matching his grin. “We’re about to have a really interesting breakfast.”“Get a perimeter set up!” Doug shouts to his men as he steps out of the semi. “Get those damn reporters back too!”“Agent. When I picked up my purchase I opened the box it came in. I burst out in laughter when I discovered what was inside. It was someone’s holiday souvenir. The original owner probably paid five bucks for it and overpaid at that price. I’d seen similar but better made items in gag shops. It was a cheap looking statuette of some god, probably Polynesian. The god was represented by a naked man squatting on his haunches with a huge prick sticking straight up and reaching almost to his chin. The little. I will do anything for it. ANYTHING... just name it.” He agreed and commanded, “Okay, first you must be ready to meet where and when I text without delay.”“I will be ready and waiting… and very wet.” More command, “Second, with a marker, you must write on your body that you’re my personal cock slut.” Again accepting, “Gladly! I AM your personal cock slut. I will do anything for you and your cock.”“Lastly, when you see me, you are not allowed to speak. You must drop to your knees and start.