Victor opened this as well and we were through.This room was obviously the deluxe version: shiny white walls and all sorts of electronic equipment, as...opposed to the relative sterility of the dome in New York. But the dish looked identical, as did the raised circular platform beneath it.Victor turned to me and grinned happily. "What do you think, Mr. Lawyer?" he asked. "Just like home, eh?"I looked at him. "I feel like Han Solo," I said evenly. "I have a bad feeling about this."He started back. He continued to slowly fuck her with the plug, timing it with his thrusts. By the fourth or fifth insertion, Jenny let go and came very loudly, screaming into the gag. Sarah felt sure they were all curse words that Jenny tried to articulate but couldn’t tell for sure with the gag. Mr. Michaels pulled the plug fully out and dropped it and grabbed her hips and rammed hard until he planted his seed as deep as his thrust would allow. Once spent, he pulled out of Jenny and told Sarah to suck his. Above all, it would go a long way to prove Wendy’s assertion that ‘any woman out there’ would want what I offered if only she truly understood it. With acute perception, Laura had articulated an idea that I had been pursuing without even being conscious of it. Now that she had kindly pointed it out, I found the notion more than attractive. But how could I achieve it? She was obviously on the point of departure and I was faced with a tricky dilemma between letting her go, which was impossibly. Grimm...”“We’re informal here, so I’m just Frieda. Let’s get the application filled out.” She pushed a form toward him and he quickly filled out two lines before pushing it back. She looked a question at him. “Your name and my daughter’s address. What about job experience? Social Security number?”“I don’t remember.”“Identification?”“I don’t have any.”Frieda contemplated how to handle this with one hand against the side of her head and her eyes closed.“Bank account?” she asked. Like every other.