“Marco,” I said softly. “Roni,” she answered. Her face was flushed red. “Who do I bill?” I asked flatly. Both Lacy and Tyrone laughed and said in unison, “The FBI, of course.” Master Tyrone then said, “But the Society will cover any expenses above and beyond what the government will pay.” “We need to know who the Master of the Kollar is,” Lacy said. “Once we know who he is, we– the FBI... or Interpol... or, if necessary, private contractors, can take him down. And once we take him down, we can hopefully find and release the rest of the Kollar slaves.” Her voice went very quiet as she Hardcore added, “... including Agent Carter.” “Where’s the Kollar you just received?” I asked. “Currently in the evidence locker,” she replied. “Our techs looked it over, but they can’t get anything from it. There pussy are no biologicals except for Agent Sanchez’ blood and it looks exactly like the other two Kollars you unlocked.” “It’s different,” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. “The person behind this is an egomaniac.” I gave her a tight smile and said, “I know, it takes one to know one. But in any case he– or she– wouldn’t give you another Kollar unless it was new and improved... sort of a way of shoving it in your face that they were at couple least a couple steps ahead of orgasm you.” “Our profilers say the Master of the Kollar is probably a white male in his mid-thirties,” Lacy said softly. “Don’t get me started on that, Lacy,” I said, letting my anger show. “Your profilers told us we were looking for a young, anglo when we were camping out in the desert. Those two old banditos nearly got the drop on us because you didn’t suspect them.” “But you did,” she replied. “You suspect collegegirl everyone.” “It’s kept me alive this long,” I said. “A special courier will stop by to pick up the collar sometime tomorrow. I will let you know what Boris and Natasha figure out.” I handed her a burner cellphone and said, “Contact me on this or not at all. If you contact me on anything else I will assume you are compromised. Is that understood?” She nodded her head as she accepted the phone and oral I let myself out of the car. As soon as I got home I contacted Boris and let him know what was going on. His short reply was “Expected this. There is something about looking in your Daddy’s eyes as he calls you a whore, whether he knows it is you or not. “The nerve!” I mutter. “Like last year's Thanksgiving turkey? Where they cooperated. Any second now I'm about to fill your tight little pussy right up with grade A premium four-star straight from the pump," I promised her with my cock pounding away like a jackhammer on speed. “You're going to come back again and again. “Not long. bright source of light pointing to his face. to be contiued... No time at all passed and I felt nothing but his cock enter my mouth. He ran his hand up and down her legs and sides. I opened the screened ventilation flat at the top of the tent and kept the bottom of the tent entrance open a crack for fresh air to keep carbon monoxide fumes from asphyxiating us. I could tell she was enjoying it this from the hard panting I could feel on my lips. "Settle down, he will live." “What do you collegegirl mean?” she said I had my back to my father, but I know he was watching me and I felt my pussy tingle as my panties touched. I guess it worked. At the end of it in the early morning, we felt we never had such exciting and wonderful experiences even during our orgasm respective honeymoon days. They would give as much protection against rocks as the light material would against cold. Across the hall, I heard Sindee reaching an orgasm and thanking "Miss Dakota" repeatedly for allowing her to cum. He fumbled at the strings and I heard him breathing heavily and finally my top fell off. She smiled couple thinly and said a little shakily, “you want some?” pointing down at her pussy, seeming to realize what was oral about to happen. Her pussy was raw and her lips were puffy from so much cock sucking. It is just standing right in front of her, but on the other hand, maybe I can sweeten the pot even more,' I thought before I casually pussy leaned down and slid down my panties as well. Of course she’d never think I was serious. I watched as the dog went still over Mommy’s body, my cunt clenching onto Beth’s fist as I realized Mommy had taken the knot into her. "Come on," he said trying to convince me "we'll make a night of it. An interesting thing I decided to do. It's send with a different Hardcore telephone-number because It's her business-phone she says. As she was climbing over some rocks her rear was in clear view. Now for the mind. “He is taking full care of me. Don’t you worry? But he still needed a gimmick that would put it over the top.