”“Yeah, I know you do. And what are you? Tell me!” Though her dirty talk had aroused him, he pushed on with his ***********ed plan, wanting her ...o confess her true nature to the camera in her own words.“I’m the neediest, sluttiest, filthiest pain bitch the FBI has ever had in its ranks. Rape me as though I had arrested you and left you to rot in prison for the past ten years. Ragefuck my ass and cum over my whore agent’s face!”She immediately regretted those last words as that would ruin her. I don’t think I cared too much either.“We must go now sir”, Leon said. “There is not much time.”We walked to the same room where we had talked to Daphne and Tammy. Tarza was sitting on the ground, facing the door, in the same type of stock that India had been placed a few days ago. I looked at her and enjoyed the position, she looked like a human fucktoy. Her butt was slightly higher than her head. I stared at her, so had her eyes closed but it was still clear that her face was covered in. Wendy had booked the small salon for the next hour and a half as the four of them had their hair and nails done and makeup applied. Then it was back to the house for a light lunch, washed down with French champagne of course, before getting dressed, ready for the big day.Wendy, Kellie and Gail all took great delight in making Jill strip naked and put on some extremely sexy French underwear that Wendy presented her with, each girl making sure that her breasts sat properly in the bra cup, their. She also became bold about his other sexual activities as that information now came directly from the private eye. Her scoldings always led to arguments, but she never backed down. At Christmas, she had reached the point where the value of the money and the cost to her self-respect were in perfect balance. If Greg broke up with her, the feeling of freedom would be worth the lost earnings. If the relationship continued another month, the money would assuage her shame.Because of the restrictions.