" Nancy said."Yes Ma'am." Francis said."I am not a micromanager. Normal communications methods for the FBI are at your disposal as is every agent in t...e field. If you have any trouble, Assistant Director Janeski who is in charge of Field Operations is your liaison to me. Go to her and she will facilitate anything you need. I am sure you already have met with her and the Director and gone over all this, I just wanted to see you personally so I could personally assure you of the importance of. I start to dream that he has me tied to that pole and comes towards me with a bullwhip. I hear it snap close to my ear. I hear him laugh the worst wicked laugh I have ever heard in my life. It felt like it was from the devil himself. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as I struggle to get free. This is what you want. He whispers in my ear. I don't want to be there anymore, I try to say the safe word to make him stop. I can't get myself to say it. I discover I am gagged and I try. As a peered around the corner of the door I could see them in a 69 with my wife on bottom facing the door. She couldnt see me however cause of Jessies thigh on the side of her head. As I watched the two eagerly licking away at each others pussy, I dropped my pants and began to jack-off at the beautiful sight. This lasted for about ten mins till Jessie slowed her licking and began screaming from the pleasure that my wife was giving her. After her orgasm subsided she began to switch position, I. It wasn’t even her fault, she rationalized. She was perfectly willing to worship her son’s cocks and wear their cum. She would love to grovel at their feet and debase herself to show her boys how much their mother loved them. It’s not her fault they never demanded it. It wasn’t her fault they respected her too much to treat her like the filthy slut she was. She went out of her way to show them what she was, what she needed. No, Bridgette thought, was she was doing was humiliating and degrading.