Following him was my old friend from the FBI, SAC Charles Dupree, rumpled suit and all. To me, that rumpled suit was more a sign of authority than any... rank insignia ever. In J. Edgars FBI, it was a cardinal sin not to be in a pressed suit. If SAC Dupree was senior enough to be in a rumpled suit, that meant few, if any FBI agents, could jack him up over it.I had first met SAC Dupree during an uncomfortable interview when I was accused of assaulting a federal officer. Using the counter. So she thought to take the same idea of mine to seduce me and planned everything to fuck me and at night after dinner she called me in her room. She wore a nice deep cut green coloured being human t-shirt and a military coloured capries and was on bed. After I entered the room she bolted the door and told me to sit and sat beside me and started asking me seducing questions and I was feeling shy in answering her because asking a question is easy but to answer it is difficult. Her plan was not. Especially after watching her breasts sway as she swallowed my cock and her perfect luscious ass in the air. Much to my chagrin I quickly started to cum in her mouth and she stayed right on me and I shot load after load into her willing mouth, filling it up. She sat up and smiled at me then surprisingly sat on the edge of the bed facing James and gave him a long kiss. I could tell she had not swallowed any and they were sharing it between them. I was completely taken aback but fascinated at the. ? As if I needed her to remind meof my helplessness, she grabbed my legs and twisted them like a pretzel to showher total control. Sittingon my wrists she pulled my gym shorts and underwear off my torso, leaving mybottom half exposed.locking her legs around mine just above the knees sheendlessly coiled rope above and below my knees until they welded together.? Teasing me as a prison guard teases aninmate, she ground her crotch against my bound hands. She then sat on the backof my thighs and.