The worst part was being tied and powerless to do anything about it. But although it hurt it did give me a strange, kinky pleasure which I had not exp...cted at all.“You’re my sex toy now, do you understand that?” my dominating manager asked in a sexy voice as she rode my thick cock harder and closed her eyes in pleasure.“You have to be ready to fuck me whenever and wherever I tell you to, you stupid boy. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you checking me out with the corner of your eye every. The woman knew me by my old code-name and she told me that the office had changed in my absence and the new people were talking to the Taliban every day attempting to discover their intentions in Afghanistan-Pakistan relations. She told me that my old Al Queda pals were looking for me and that they were not satisfied with my reported demise when the London cell had been rolled up by MI-6 and the CIA.Apparently, the more fanatical Jihadist elements were bombing the Afghan mosques killing Taliban. Maybe it was because the noise gave me such a shock that I let off the other barrel a moment or two later. Mind you, it could have been the shower of plasterboard and loft insulation that, besides taking me by surprise, had all but completely blinded me for an instant.A point to remember, folks! If you are going to fire your shotgun inside the house, then don't point the bugger at the ceiling directly above your own head. You will really not believe how much of a mess powered plasterboard and. I unfolded the Guardian and stared at the crossword. Last night had been memorable. And probably a mistake.'You knew I was listening, didn't you?' she'd asked as we left the hostal.'Certainly did, ' I said. She bumped me with her hip.'I made Elena promise to tell you that she was going to try harder. I thought that it would make her more... , more motivated, I suppose. But she kept going on about you, and sort of trying to find out about us. She's completely insight-free unless you spell it out.