The G-men were keeping track of me, that was no bunk. They must have been, otherwise they wouldn't have been wise to the fact that I was in stir in Ya...phank and wouldn't have sent that skirt with a buzzer to warn me off, that brunette skirt with a buzzer. I didn't know why it was, but I was dizzy for Miss Goldman; that is if she was still alive.What about good old Mr. Marks? I already knew he had an interest in American Fascists. Why did he keep going to the Onyx club? Did he have a snitch in. She lay back pulling him closer to her while he thrusted deep into her. She never wanted it to end yet she wanted the ultimate, she wanted him to cum inside of her. To know that she was wanted, needed and desired badly enough that he would release his essence inside of her. This is what drove her passion. Holding off as long as he could he pumped in and out with long deep yet passionate strokes. With pressure building he breathed heavily. Their heads were beside each others, each ones lips were. He hungrily looked me up and down for a few seconds then I nervously handed him the bag. He opened it and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and some keys. My heart dropped to my stomach then to my toes. He dangled them on one finger in front of my face then dropped them in my lap, which made me jump. Then he pulled out another pair, and two long thick black ribbons. The last thing was a black silk blindfold. Everything was in my lap and once again I couldn't move. He must've sensed how nervous I. He was rewarded with a slight sensuous moan of delight from the waiting woman. Slipping her white panties down off her waist and thighs, he eased them carefully around the bend in her knees. Then he let her lacy panties fall. They dropped around her pretty ankles. Smiling at how eager he was—she kicked them off playfully."Now I'm sure you can't wait to see what the rest of me looks like," Yasmin whispered sexily, further exciting the younger man who was drinking in the sexy looks of this.