I looked up the FBI leader and suggested they use the chains the Marshal Service used to secure their prisoners. He liked the idea and sent for enough...chain sets to lock up all his prisoners.I advised the man the only thing different he needed to do was to put their hands in the forward position instead of behind them when they were in their cells. They could use the bathroom, but couldn't run or make a sudden move toward a jail keeper this way.One of the FBI Agents asked, "These guys are going. ‘Well you may have to wipe this seat after I get out.’ ‘Oh look!’ I said. ‘The Sun’s starting to shine.’ Looking back on that weekend it proved that Ally and I were becoming more comfortable with each other, and with our sexual desire for each other. It was also becoming apparent that Ally was determined to stay the course. For me in particular I realised that I eagerly anticipated her joining me for workout’s. It wasn’t that I saw her in very skimpy clothing, although that was delightful, but. "Yes ... yes ... gonna cum in you" I hissed into her ear just before I latched my lips and teeth onto her neck and added to the bruise that was already there."Yessssssss ... cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggg!!!" I groaned as I filled her convulsing pussy with my hot cream whilst I continued to add to her hickey. She orgasmed too, sending a stream of her juices flooding down my cock shaft and across my ball sack.I pushed her back down onto the bench top as I withdrew my soggy cock from her now gaping pussy.. How about that?”I clutched my stomach in pain. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”“Good.” You smiled at me. “From now on you will refer to me as mistress. Understood?”“Sigh. Yes mistress...” I sighed sarcastically.Immediately you smacked me across the face. “Okay, bitch! Don’t get an attitude with me already! You know what? To cement this fact in your little head, get across my lap!”You sat down on the toilet and patted your legs. ‘Fuck. She isn’t really gonna spank me, is she? She knows I have a bottle.