" He could barely scramble out of his jeans and T-shirt fast enough. This was more amazing than anything he could have imagined possible. Once he was ...ompletely naked he stood there grinning, waiting for her next instruction."Now lie down on the bed." He didn't waste a moment complying. Then she walked up to the edge of the bed took hold of his right wrist and pulled it up to the headboard. He groaned with pleasure when he felt the cold metal of the handcuff snap over his wrist. She secured. ”“It’ll be difficult not discussing it.” There was more background noise. “Hey, it was terrific talking to you. We’ve got a couple incoming flights, so I need to go. You’re clear to land. Good luck with the brass, but you owe us a full explanation once this is over.”“Affirmative, Jeb. You’re on,” Eric answered before breaking off contact, trying to touch down as soon as possible.This was problematic, limiting how long they could prepare their answers, but they couldn’t keep it private for long,. The assistant might influence her a bit but that was all. Then there was Truda, ‘Damn it’ Alan thought, ‘that bastard doctor had screwed her mind up so bad Alan knew he needed to go in and clear more. Thing was he wasn't sure if Truda was ready, just removing the fear that he had scared her and him nearly shitless.’ He had to though, or she would never grow stronger, not with the strangle holds the doctor still had on her. Alan walked to Truda when he finally got a moment with her alone. "Truda. Tweaking her nipples through her starched shirt, she ran her hand across her breasts as she watched them on the cameras from different angles. She slipped her fingers inside her velvety warmth, gently and slowly plunging into herself. Her door swung open revealing Errol the night time security guard, who had been watching Gretchen on camera. He was standing with his large chocolate cock in hand, stroking and watching her squirm. Good evening Gretchen. Looks like you need company. He smirked..