.. and you will say UNCLE" she cluckedShe selected a big chunky pair or ear rings from the case. They looked likelittle candelabra. They were silly ...looking really, too big and gaudy, just likethese places. With a pair of scissors from her desk she clipped off two of thecandles at their base and two more just below the candle top. Thetransformation was magic. I blushed again. The earrings now featured a largecandle in the center now with only two candle holders one on each side. Sheheld. Nor was the "T" word mentioned in any of the CIA's documentation, so the CIA employees - which were the majority of the defendants - had no defense to their breaching my Fourth Amendment rights either. The defendants were easily established as being guilty.The only real issue was over the amount of damages. There were two main arguments between our side and the baddies: the method to be used, and the numbers to plug into the chosen method.For example, the defense put up pretty graphs showing. I stroked her hair gently. She started crying. “Shhh. It’s okay. You’ll enjoy being a slave.”Her tears became tears of relief as I opened the contraption that had tormented her for days. It had been keyed to my biometrics; only I could take it off. It came out of her with a soft sucking sound. It was still covered in the lube I’d put it in with to avoid chaffing when her own body ran out. That was good. I didn’t want her to be dry when I fucked her.I gently lay her down on the ground and. “Kiss my ass; I know you want to; you were staring at it today with that horny look on your face.” I kissed all over one buttock and switched to the other one when she gave me a different direction. “No, not like that; spread my cheeks with your hands and kiss my ass. Get right in there and kiss it.” She said. This was something that I had never experienced with my ex-wife, nor had I ever felt being controlled before. It was more than arousing, it was addictive. As instructed I opened her.