Get in there and take off your clothes…unless you’d like to speak to legal about breach of contract?” He thrust the contract into my chest, open...d the door , and pushed me inside, slapping my ass as he did. I looked at the contract I had been in such a hurry to sign. The undersigned, (and there was my name) agrees to submit to the whims, desires and caprices of (my former team’s name appeared there) as a pet, toy and slut on (and there was the date, right there. In black and white. Today). … I. He asked for my Texas Driver’s License and actually examined it closely (another sure sign that he was really FBI), then he grabbed my one carry-on bag and we were soon driving off towards downtown in a large black SUV that couldn’t have screamed ‘Government’ more if it tried. The driver, an Agent whose name I was apparently not worthy enough to receive, answered all of my numerous questions promptly with, ‘I don’t know Sir,’ ‘I don’t have that information, Sir’ or ‘I can’t divulge that. " She said. She then got up and took the jersey and thong and threw them to the side. "Come here" she tells him and he follows. She went to the couch and laid back spreading her legs apart, rubbing her clit. Besides his cock, she loved the wasy he went down on her. Some of her best orgasms came from his mouth alone. He went down and attacked her cunt with a ferocious nature. Her head was spinning from the oral treatment she was receiving. She knew Jackson had a tongue piercing, but the ring he. I couldn't take the problem to management because all that would do is make me the laughing stock of the office. The problem? Working in a cubicle next to a woman who couldn't be made to understand that cubicles are not sound proof and that I could hear every word she said - every fucking word! Why was that so bad? Because she had phone sex with her husband two or three times a day.It has been going on for almost a month. For three months the cubicle next to mine had been empty and then one day.