This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Marcella was a naked ‘X’ anal in the middle of a large bondage frame, hanging with her feet just off the floor. Her legs were tightly pulled so wide apart that her cunt was very nearly gaping open. Bright lights shining down on her from all angles reflected off the sheen of perspiration on her body. Those same lights kept her from seeing out into the darkness which surrounded her. She couldn’t quite remember how she threesome had come to be here. Her last memory was leaving the apartment to go to work. A large black van pulled up alongside her as she was driving down the road and then... and then... nothing. Then she was here. A masked woman in a black, full-body catsuit was standing before her. With Marcella’s legs stretched so widely, shemale her own eye level was lower than the woman’s so she was forced to look up at her. The lower part of the woman’s face, which was uncovered, showed a moderately dark-complected face with the beginnings of age lines around the mouth. That, and the hint of crow’s feet visible through the eye holes of the mask made Marcella think the woman was in her late thirties or early forties. The piercing green eyes gave no hint of age, but their coldness was more than somewhat frightening. “I understand that you are very good at your job, Miss Henry,” the woman said with a smile accentuated by very group sex white teeth outlined in lips coated with a bright red lipstick. Her face– and voice– then turned very harsh as she said, “So am I.” She stepped forward and glared down into Marcella’s eyes and said slowly and distinctly, “I am very good at my job.” This close, flecks of brown were visible in the woman’s green eyes. They didn’t make them look any warmer. After a moment she stepped back and said brightly, “I was surprised to hear that Jorge had failed.” She gave a smirking shrug and added, “But that’s an occupational risk.” Then she grabbed Marcella’s left nipple and twisted– hard. “But Jorge Hernandez has never had a woman turn against him... never!” She twisted even harder. “But you, my little butterfly...” she said very calmly, “you somehow convinced Loraine Jacobson not only to abort her mission, but also to betray the man she loved and even reveal where Jorge was staying.” Marcella was confused for a moment, but then remembered that PLATO said he had altered Loretta’s recent history everywhere it appeared on a computer so that she was now effectively in witness protection under her real name. The woman was referring to Loretta, but calling her Loraine. She let go of Marcella’s nipple and continued Suck calmly, “Jorge must have gotten sloppy for him to have let her know the true location of his safe house.” My ass! Her touch sent a anal shiver up my arm but I tried to Suck stay as still as I could. You’re such a little tease.” My eyes looked her over again. shemale When he got to her breasts, he spent extra time licking up the saffron aioli he had spread over them. “Eat it, Slut, suck that load out of my pussy,” she good-naturedly demanded as she humped my face and pushed out a big, group sex thick, creamy mess for me to threesome swallow. Now... kneel down between my legs. “I find him to be of sturdy body, active mind and good spirits, as any child of yours should be!” Megan was shocked by the sensation. He smiled and told her it would be nice to have a home cooked meal made by a lady.