I'll go over your head if I have to." Assassin? Was that what I was now? Yes, I had to admit I was. I was an assassin being sent to kill a man who had...once been my best friend. "No, Mrs. Farly, you will not. Amanda has been recruited and this mission set in motion by presidential order. Trust me, there's a lot more to this young lady than you see on the surface. She'll do fine, won't you Amanda?" I just glared at him. "Well," he said after a moment, "that's settled. Mrs. Farly, would you please. At the bottom she was surprised to find a pair of nipple clamps she hadn’t paid for and a handwritten note from the clerk: “You rock.”The note went on Kat’s desk and the clamps went on Lexi’s nipples. Kat pulled on the chain connecting them until Lexi moaned through her gag. Just then the doorbell rang and Samantha yelled up from the kitchen: “Honey, can you get that? I’m right in the middle of something.”It was Betty Ann Collins at the door, a big bowl of cookies in hand. Samantha had invited. He does not speak as he grips his shaft in one hand, aligning himself.. he can't, there his nothing to say, no words can express how he feels. The crackling fire only adds to the atmosphere of.. heat. His hips move forward, drawing a soft cry from you... and from him... as your sex wetly kisses the swollen head of his cock, inviting him, and he obliges, a low groan tearing from his throat as he squeezes your hips firmly and pushes inside you. He watches in rapture as you accept him, as he. .I…”. Dad unlocked the front door and she hurried inside, just as the man returned with the car, catching a glimpse of the fully naked young girl. “You wait for me in the living room young lady, I’ll be inside to deal with you shortly”, dad said, closing the door behind her. He apologized to the man and finished doing business with him. Samantha, who was now wearing a pair of pajamas, sat on the sofa waiting for dad. As he entered the room, she immediately tried to explain herself, but before.