Erm……” she said, her words trailing off into nothing as her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. “well seeing as you enjoyed our little ...how, why don’t you come over here and join us” you say, clearly showing that alcohol really does make you lose your inhibitions, your friend slowly made her way across the living room floor, looking very timid but allowing her robe to fall to the floor as she got close, thinking of how much luck I was in, soon had my cock standing back to attention, as. After her escape she had reported for debriefing and had found herself immediately placed under guard in confinement. Her original mission had been to retrieve a data chip but she had been set up to make it look like she had doubled crossed her masters and absconded with the chip. She had been debriefed, almost interrogated about what had happened. They had not believed her when she told them Paul Tyler was in fact a double agent called Goldhill and when they checked out the location where. She hoped that it would push the fiery pepper extract out of her colon, but it did very little to help her that way. George laughed at her and commented on how much stink was associated with her shit. She ignored his comments because she was in too much pain to pay any attention to what he was saying.The smell got to George, so he went to the kitchen to wait for his friends to show up. He watched TV for a while, and then went to unlock the rear gate through the security fence. That was the gate. So loved, she realized. This scared her, and part of her thought it odd and terribly wrong--that she needed to be owned and punished to feel like this. But those thoughts seemed foolish, overwhelmed by her immense sense of peace. She tried to fall back asleep, but after ten or fifteen minutes, she gave up on that, then wondered what she should do. She could go watch TV. That might wake him. Then he might spank her, for waking him. She rubbed against the soft, soft sheets, wondering what he’d.