“And I promised my baby sister.”I noticed the two agents back up slightly as I spoke. “You look like a very dangerous man when you are angry, W,...�� Tat said firmly. “But you can’t do this alone.”“I’ll talk to some friends,” I replied. “I won’t be alone.”“I hope I am one of those friends you were planning to talk to,” a gruff voice said from the doorway. Special Agent Anthony Bricker walked into the room, followed by Mistress Nora.“No, Special Agent Pricker,” I replied curtly, “you weren’t even on. My hands began to caress his body and slither over his perfect bald head. His tongue was like a key as each placement of it upon my body opened my legs further and further apart until the width in which they were open left no doubts about what I wanted. I wanted him between my legs, and it didn’t matter if he dove between my legs head or dick first, just as long as one of those heads was between my legs. His huge hands picked me up from the chair, I stood there trembling from his touches and. "This really set Red off as she gritted her teeth and struggled harder to escape from the chair. She pulled her wrists so hard against the restraints that they dug into her skin. A small trickle of blood snaked across down her palm. "Fletcher, don't you dare touch my ship! Besides you'll never figure out how to operate it. And if you do you'll probably kill yourself." Oh come now, Mizz Fargo, it is just another piece of machinery and all machinery is the same." Fletcher reached for Garth's suit. We were walking about a block when she stopped and looked into a store window. "Yes, this is the place. Let's go in here Dick. I need to try something on here. I've decided I need to feel my age now. I'm a young lady, aren't I dear Dick?" "Of course, Emily. You seem older and older every day. Yes, you're quite a lady. But this is a shop for undergarments, isn't it? I mean, these things are rather risqué, I believe. Not exactly what I would think you would want or need, Emily." "There you go.