I release a decompressive sigh. I seem to still be infull control of my actions. Michael presses a button and the bed bendsin the middle, bringing me ...upright."Thank you." I smile and try to continue with my nonthreateningdemeanour.I ask my next question for two reasons. One to find out why they feelthe need to restrain me, but also to make them appreciate I don'tunderstand or remember the reason for it."Why am I tied up? Am I dangerous?" I imagine you don't recall." Michael begins. Which is. "That is a slow release implanted reservoir for hormones. The doctorstarted providing these devices for his patients. It is there for thefirst 60 days to deliver hormones in sufficient dosages that wouldotherwise have to be provided by IV. Of course, the hormones helpdevelop a feminine appearance but they also help with the procedure,maintaining a healthy and sustainable environment for the vaginoplastyand the breast implants. Otherwise, they might not be maintainedproperly and medical. They had one instruction and that was to stop the car bomb as far from the building as they could. Along with that instruction there were limitations and exceptions; be as reasonably sure as possible that the vehicle was terrorist and limit collateral as much as possible. Len was standing with me as Andy gave those instructions and nodded his approval.The agents almost fainted when Andy opened the storage locker and handed them a 60 round magpul rotary magazine for their M16 and several 40. I need a spanking. Spank my tits.”Holy fuck!Uncertain of how hard I should slap her, I continued fingering her pussy while holding my hand up to the side of her heavy boob. Giving it a small slap, my cock throbbed in response to watching it jiggle.“Harder,” she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. “Spank me harder, master.”Pulling on the silk, I freed one of her tits entirely from the shiny shirt, before smacking it firmly, causing the whole thing to jiggle toward the other before falling back.