Not yet. First, I gave her into the hands of our interrogation team. They did what they could, but they didn't get any further with her than the Navy ...uys had. Of course not. After three days, I told them I'd take over. They respected my wish for privacy, a chief intelligence officer doesn't take off his pants in front of subordinates.On the outside, she still looked whole enough. Inside, the damage was accumulating. Slowly, I added some more. From days long ago, I knew a few ways to hurt her. I guess my self-esteem was not back to normal at this point.I arrived at work and Stacey was not at her table as she had been the last several mornings. The top of the table looked like it was cleaned off so now I worried that my daily diversion was gone and any hope of trying to get close to her would be gone. I got busy with my duties and got lost in a new settlement since it looked like it was going to be a boring day across the aisle. I had really built this up as the day that I’d make. Slowly it grew in his hand until it was now fully erect, his cock head flared and shiny from the pre-cum now seeping from it. As i just sat there watching intently, he just continued to immerse himself in self-pleasure, it was as if he was alone in the room, with one hand he was playing with his heavy hanging balls and the other he was running his palm over the wetness of his cock head. Gripping his cock from the base of the shaft he would then wank his length working his foreskin back and. I asked, "Do you have sufficient cuffs, chains, and personnel tie-wraps for this. You'll need somewhere around four hundred if we get everyone alive."The Bureau guy's eyes bulged, "Four hundred sets of cuffs? Who has that?"I said, "You should, or you shouldn't have even bothered anyone to do this job."He said, "I didn't, I thought it was Homeland Security that started this."The Deputy Marshal grimaced at his Bureau counterpart and said, "No, the Secret Service started all of this because of a.