.. It doesn't matter: Your little charge will be in no position toprotest..."The guys who founded the Agency, all of them millionaires now, discretely...catered to the fantasies of very wealthy men and were nothing if notcynical and opportunistic.This was her ninth assignment and by far the most lucrative. Fifty-twoweeks at $4000 per week and tax-free... A cool 208K... She negotiated it withthe Agency's lawyers, and they in turn presented it as a done deal to thetrustees at Chauncey DePeau's bank.. .. again."The door to my room slowly sprung open and the hallway nightlight revealed his young body. His erection pointed towards the ceiling. He walked to the bed and I drew open the covers. His warm body quickly intertwined with mine. His lips started to suckle my tits. First he sucked my nipples and then his tongue danced circles around my large aeriolas. My heavy breathing further encouraged him to take me. With the glass dildo still deep inside me, I reached for his cock. The thought of. Staying quiet, I sense that my response doesn't matter here. There will be no trial. They will torture me and then find me guilty anyway. I am already dead. I felt sad. Comrade Colonel Tretykov’s advice from the institution comes back to me 'Don't resist any interrogation attempts …'So I don't.Biting my lip, my hands clenched into fists behind my back, I don't react beyond a slight flinch, my shoulders curling in, protecting myself when the Senior Officer, the one making the accusations,. Ricky was annoyed when two of the guy’s wanted second helpings, but he allowed them their pleasure. The time had gone well, she’d been fucked for nye on 2¾ hours, when the last one had blown his load Ricky stepped in between her legs, she was soggy for sure, but it felt good, when he blew his load Paula sat up startled.“It’s alright it’s me this time!” He chuckled.Each of the group of guy’s had left; the hall was empty, Ricky reach over her pulling he into a sitting position, still without.