"Holy shit!" That's all I remember saying. When I went to wipe it off, he stopped me. He looked at me in a way no one had ever in my life...like I was... truly the most beautiful woman on Earth. I kissed him, I shoved my tongue down his throat and just smiled. He laughed then so did I. I wasn't sure if he was done so I started teasing him. I got up, spread my ass and asked how much he loved fucking me. He said my pussy was the tightest and wettest he ever had sex with. I blushed, and twerked for. Tongues deep. Exploring. Frantic hands in hair. On asses and chests. I get her jacket off and her next blouse buttons rips off with it flying across the room. We laugh. Then i look at her with hunger. Grabbing both sides of the half open blouse I rip it completely open. The rest of the buttons fly everywhere. I happily find her thin bra that matches her past tense panties clasps in the front. It's open in a second and I'm ravaging her breasts as she leans back and takes in the feeling.. It was damp and tangled. How long had she been hanging here? How had they captured her? Questions buzzed in my mind. Parting the captured woman’s hair, her head lifted up. Silver eyes opened to look into mine. I fell backwards onto my ass and started scrambling to get away. Smacking into the wall knocked the words out of me, “Yes, that was her!” “Oh, you remember me, I’m flattered,” mocked the captured assassin. Placing a hand over my chest, I reminded myself, she was captured. Chained. As I. "I didn't like what I was doing, but I felt I had little choice. Paula was lying to me. I had to know why. In all my years with her, I had never suspected her of not telling the truth. Now those years of trust were being eroded."Well, Boss, I did a pretty good job last night, but you won't like what I found out," began Steve as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. "Your wife met some slick looking dude at the Dew Drop Inn. They sat at a booth in the back, so we bought a couple beers.