You will both spend your last days in prison.’ Harsh, to say the least. Then again, I was a blackmailer. ‘No additional retribution?’ I asked, ...��IRS audits, surveillance?’ Singer smiled. ‘I would like to say yes,’ Singer said, ‘but after reading this report, I can only say that nothing overt will occur.’ I nodded. Of course they would keep their eye on us. I could live with that. ‘I can agree with that,’ I said. It was not all that I hoped, but much more than we deserved. I was demanding they. I closed my eyes and finally relaxed, my hand plunging into the warm flesh of my aching pussy, my pussy lips already so wet as my fingers ghosted across my sensitive clit. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I raised my fingers to my mouth, sticking them as deep as my body would allow me, wetting them with my saliva before I was viciously shoving them back downwards into my pussy.I gasped loudly as I rubbed at my clit, my body began to get excited and my hips started to buck upwards. You want to reach behind you and grab hold, or even take me in your mouth, to have control over my excitement, to make me cum...but this is not what we have agreed. I am to have control and it is you that will be pleasured to orgasm, but on my terms. As thoughts of taking control fill your mind and breathing becomes deeper....you don’t notice that my hands are no longer caressing your breasts or pinching at your nipples...only realising as you feel and hear the click of the cuff being fastened. I just keep walking around the store and even getting into a couple of conversations with the desk man and some other man, may me feel better about myself and what I wanted to do in the back.After a while I again went to the back this time I did not go in a booth, I just walk to the second one with the curtain closed and slowly pulled it back and looked in. The man was about my age, in dress slacks, nice shirt, and pullover sweater. At first when he looked up he did not seem happy, but after he.