She strolled from the conservatory,the naked Tiffany following her lead.The sorceress led the shemale to a basement room that Tiffany had neverseen be...ore. Now that she did see it, Tiffany wished she'd never had.The ceiling, walls, and floor were all stone. The chamber was withoutwindows except for a long, narrow slit in each wall, a foot below theceiling. The windows, if these apertures could be called such, were sonarrow that no one could hope to scramble through one even if he or shewas. Just two old friends sharing information. Now she owed me personally, I figured.The bust made the national news. Mostly because they supplied the whole southeast with meth. They had drug couriers coming and going 24/7. Why nobody reported the activity from a close restaurant was questionable, but the SBI was Johnny on the spot to make the bust. Some because it was a feather in their cap, and some because I knew about it, so they had to do something.Funny thing though the operation was self. I can’t see. My eyes are covered and my lips kiss the floor as I bend all the way over. I turn my face and my cheek touches the cold, cold wood. My small ass is in the air, I can feel my moist and eager pussy burning for her touch. But she isn’t going to touch me, not yet.Leather runs across my back, a long intertwined and slender whip. She moves it so the leather rests in between my ass cheeks and trails across my puckered little anus. I want to beg for her to fuck me with it. I want to feel. Her reflex movement to the cock touching her clitoris sent her hips moving and just like that I felt her drop down onto my thick meat. There is some resistance but it's not for lack of lubrication. This bitch is literally dripping on my balls. She takes a deep breath and I finally sink in far enough for me to be satisfied and the moment. I squeeze her breast hard. Neither of us is thrusting since I'm still nice enough to realize she hasn't had one this big before, probably not even close. I.