‎"‏It was Jack's idea.‭ ‬I am making brown paper bag breakfasts and taking them to the job sites around town.‭ ‬I have even been invited t... stop outside some of the businesses so their employees can run out.‭ ‬Everything in the bag can be microwaved, ‭ ‬or is almost as good cold.‭" ‬She sorted through them and came up with one that had a red star stamped on it.‭ "‬This one is yours, ‭ ‬Maxine.‭" Is it different, ‎" ‏I asked.‎"‏It's my deluxe for special clients, ‭" ‬she answered.‎"‏Oh, ‭ ‬I'm. On all fours, underneath the blindfold I can see my Mistress pour some liquid soap into her hand. Next I feel her fingers slipping up and down the crack of my ass greasing me up. Her first finger feels so good as it slid into my asshole, I can feel her poise a second finger at the entrance of my backdoor and without an overture she pushes it into me. She is fucking me gently when I hear her say, "Be brave little one, here comes number 3, 4 and 5." I try to relax as best as possible and I can. "Another long pause."I... can't... I have to..." You not only can you will. My office tomorrow morning at ten or the lovebirds will have their little secret exposed." But... but..." Maybe you don't hear too well, bitch. My office tomorrow at ten."The line went dead. The attractive brunette's heart was pounding. Who was this Betty Seaver and why was she threatening them? She tried calling Matt, but the number at the motel in Atlanta where he was staying, went unanswered. She loved him with all. ” My thumb rested on his zipper and I slowly eased it downwards to its open. A look of hesitation warped his eyes as I stared into them. He breathed heavily and kept still. I slunk my hand into his pants and touched his head through the fabric of his boxers, still staring into each other’s eyes, I was momentarily unsure when he glanced around us. There was still no movement in sight. His grip on the gun eased, and the hand fell to his side. I squeezed the tip with my thumb and forefinger, he.