Specifically. A prostitute. I have video evidence of the event”. He decided laying it all out was the best approach. He expected the shocked express...ons and gasps. What he did not expect was the smiles and knowing look shared between the two women.“Ah!” Exclaimed Helen. “So you’re a pimp? A well dressed, good looking and well-spoken pimp, but a pimp all the same? You’ve come looking for money? Figured you’d blackmail a rich Senator with some honey trap sex tape?” The penny had dropped sharply. The other agencies wanted to refuse their help at first, but I was finally able to argue them into agreeing to use it. Like many agencies and men of the period, the idea that women could do anything but bear children and do housework was completely foreign. They only agreed to do it if the women would be able to take down and shoot as well as any of the deputies who would be taking part in the raid. I'm sure that all of the men thought that this would be impossible, and to be honest I was just. I was handed a standard Master/Mistress to Slave contract. If we were to go any further I would need to sign the agreement. I had read the contract before hand and willingly signed on the dotted line. I was officially theirs now. I was a little embarrassed as my cock was leaking a little precum while we talked and more when I signed. I was really going to do this.As soon as I signed I was told to go home. I would be contacted for our initial chat and further instructions. I was theirs now. I am. Soon the chat became on the topic of girlfriends. My hubby asked Rahul do you have girlfriend ? Rahul said “I had one in my nativ place, but here I am alone now a days.” I said quikly don’t be sad dear here I am your girlfriend onwards.Rahul said again “You have already one”.This time I said boldly in a manner of flirting “This one is not enough for me and I may handel two easily. You should not be fearfull of that one”. All loughed, but this time my hubby was very impressed with my boldness.