It was also the only place Sarah went for encounters with the same anonymous, masked man, every Friday for the past several years.One of Sarah’s lim...ts, if one could call it that, was that she never played in public. The closest she came to that was the occasional balcony at least ten stories up, or the dressing room of a store. Groups were fine, as long as everything was in a controlled environment. More like ?private enough? for her to feel comfortable and let her submission escape. . I then said, “He doesn’t treat you like crap”. She quickly replied saying that, “he treats me like I’m less then human”. I looked at all her beauty in disbelief that anyone can treat such a gorgeous woman less than a goddess. I then ask her if he ever hit her and she said no, but he makes me feel like crap when he talks down to me. I said that I was sorry to hear that, if you needed someone to talk to I’m here for her.A week after our conversation at the elevator, I was coming home and I notice. She really got aroused and started scratching my back. I made her sleep on the bed with her legs lowered to the bed side. I had a clear access to her pussy. I was standing in between her legs. I started to rub on her pussy and it was already oozing with pre cum. I slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy and started doing circles on her G-spot. She was twisting her waist and her eyes were closed and started moaning. I did the foreplay for sometime and kissed her on the pussy. She tried to. " You didn't kill him, Eileen. Besides, you were defending yourself. Killing someone in self-defense is not a crime, not in Arizona, anyway." How do you know I didn't kill him?" Eileen said."I know things. I'm a special agent for the FBI, Sandra Newton." Oh, shit! You know my name!"She turned to run, but Nora grabbed her arm."Calm down, Eileen. Neither David nor I will ever speak your real name again. We're here to help you, not hurt you, and neither of us will let your perverted stepfather get.