“Now he is a Foreign Office trouble shooter and I run his security. We are here to talk to some Russians. Yeltsin has his knickers in a twist over s...mething and the PM and the Americans thought Lord Spencer would have better luck with him than someone from the U. S. State Department.”It sounded like a boring, very well-paid bit of work. “If you ‘run’ his security, what is with the cannon?” I asked, nodding to the grip of a very large automatic sticking out of his jacket.It was meant as a joke. Please,” was all I could muster. She kissed me and grabbed my cock, standing it up straight. I began lifting my hips up in anticipation. She squatted over me, with her pussy directly above my cock. She lowered herself down so that my head could feel her drenched opening. Just when I thought she would grant me access she would lift her body up teasing me. She toyed with my head at her pussy’s opening a few times. “God this is too much fun” she said seeing how badly I wanted her. I grabbed her. All she could do was hang limply in her restraints like an old and worn-out marionette.What had kept Kim going was gone: her fury. She had bucked and thrashed in her bindings but there was no give to them. If she said anything, she was rewarded with pain. Even her body was fighting against her. Her orgasms, so blinding and violent in their intensity, only highlighted her captivity and humiliation. But what really hurt was the truth of the situation: no one was going to be looking for her.Kim. I owe a shit ton of money to some not so nice people. I moved my office to this room with no windows because I really don’t want to get assassinated while I‘m crunching numbers for our prick clients,” Andy shot back.I could hear Andy’s phone buzzing in his suit jacket’s pocket. He pulled it out, flipped it open, and held it to his ear. Andy said nothing. His face turned ghostly pale, he quickly closed the phone, and popped the battery out.“Are you okay?” I asked.“No, no, this isn’t good. I have.