Kenneth,? said Agent Lloris, rubbing his brow as he did so. ?We’ll keep in contact with you.?The Scotsman nodded, aware that he’d contributed very...little to the investigation, and strolled out of the Agent’s office. Agent Maxime Lloris had a relatively spacious office by Dutch (but not American) standards, a third-story room with enough space for a large desk and a couch for visitors, along with a bookshelf and a filing cabinet overflowing with papers. Lloris slumped in his office chair and. I sat her on the log and knelt between her legs. She was freshly shaven, leaving just a small patch that looked like an arrow pointing downward. I wasted no time burying my face in her treasure, my tongue slinking up and down between her puffy lips. I shoved my tongue as deeply as I could into her love canal, then replaced it with three fingers while my tongue moved to find her clit. When my fingers and tongue both met their target, she let out a guttural, animal-like moan that hardened my. “Open them,” she said.I removed the outer packaging of the next box and opened the lid to find a pair of wrist cuffs. Once again, she removed them from the box and lovingly fastened them to my wrists. Then she opened the last box to reveal a pair of ankle cuffs that she removed and fastened to my ankles. Sarah removed my robe exposing my throbbing erection and pushed me back on the bed. The bed had a four-poster frame and she produced some sashes she had packed and proceeded to tie my wrists. One morning was very busy, a motor had burned out and I had to replace it quickly to avoid down time, when done I headed up to Irene's office and and had my way with her gold half-moon style glasses with a chain of purple glass beads. Gawd I thought about them all last night and couldn't wait to do things with them. Within a couple of minutes of cleaning her glasses, she walked in."Mornin' Gussy and how are you today?" Oh pretty good, I was just getting ready to do this office as a motor for.