Agent Cavanaugh frowned and I saw just a hint of a smile on Agent Johnson’s face.Melanie smiled and nodded, and then took a slim folder from her bag.... She slid it over to me. I opened it, quickly scanned it, then answered.“He greeted me, we asked about each other’s health, he told me how happy he was to have been released for Samantha’s wedding, and complained about not being able to speak to Brian, Samantha’s husband, and lamented having not even seen him before the wedding ceremony. We. I'll bet they feel a bit heavy,though, hanging down like that, don't they?" Yes." Well, you see, I didn't use saline or silicone. Eachtit has a cow magnet, and then I injected about twopounds of copper plated steel shot. With hundredsof pieces of steel dispersed through your breasttissue, there's no way they can be surgicallyremoved, short of a total mastectomy. Don't tryswimming without a floatation device. I injectedsteel shot into your labia, too. They look so sexy,now, the bee-stung. “Happy birthday, nice to meet you.” Both women then sat down on the sofa again.“I met Misti online and when she heard it was your birthday she thought it would be nice to come over and meet you.”“Oh, okay,” Mordred said. “When did you guys meet?”“Three hours ago,” Elissa laughed. “We’ve been chatting online but met today and went clothes shopping for tonight.”“What’s tonight?” Mordred asked.“Who knows?” Elissa laughed.“So what do you do for work, Misti?” Mordred asked to break the silence.Misti. Please...please."ClickIt could not have been any other way. She was always her Mistress'slut. She had always worn these pretty outfits, had always walkedflawlessly in ravishing heels, had always cum on command, as hard andas often as Mistress desired. She had always minced around every cornerhalf-expecting to see Mistress there, slicking up her favorite dildowith cold, wet lube. Her cock had always yearned for the silkyconfinements Mistress imposed on it. Her mind had always been.