Food for thought.I could tell my legs were going to get a little tired, though. I couldfeel the ache in my toes from these low heels I wore this morni...g. Iglanced again at the 1" heel I was wearing. Didn't I pick out mydependable flats this morning?I pondered this for only a second before reslinging my purse andchecking my watch. It was only 12:00 in the afternoon and I still hadfour hours of "therapy" to do for myself. I had obviously picked thesesince I was wearing them. Silly of me to think. His other hand was finding its way into my pants. He was rubbing my pussy over my panty with his fingers. He then pulled my panty down to my foot. I removed his t-shirt. He made me lay down and started licking my pussy, fingering it at the same time. I was moaning very loudly but no one could hear us in the rain. He was sucking and licking all the juices from my pussy. I was playing with my boobs and his hair. I pulled him up and he unzipped his shorts letting out his enormous dick which was. Perhaps it was the three years of almost daily rapes, often strapped down in uncomfortable positions. Perhaps it was the four abortions she had undergone, at his instance. Perhaps it was the steel collar that she wore 24/7. Perhaps it was the criss-cross of scars on her back that told tales of her sessions with his whip. But the authorities were angry.U.S. Marshal's office, Hartford, CTU.S. Marshal Robert Lonzo was updating his laptop and smart phone with the latest feeds from the surveillance. . . it was over. . .06/26/13I could barely endure my first day working with my new boss, Mark Henderson, but was a walk in the park compared to today. Today, when I walked into the office, I could tell immediately something was up. Every secretary, PA, and receptionist stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked to my desk. I could almost hear their whispers, but I had no idea what they were saying, I only knew that it was about me. The moment I arrived at my desk, I knew what the.