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The shiny dot next to the latch turned from silver to black and I quickly pulled the Kollar from the officer’s neck. Once it was in place on the test dummy, Boris again held the device against the Kollar so it would send a clock frequency trigger burst. The shiny dot turned back to silver. Boris and I spent less than a minute strapping the short portion of the test dummy to Officer Zucker’s front. He noted with satisfaction that the officer’s breasts fit nicely into the cavities designed for them on the back of the dummy. Once he had double-checked everything and nodded to me that all was good, I deactivated the suppression field. As soon as we got back to the kitchen, Boris said in a whisper, “We have jerking off to talk.” He remained silent as we walked to my bedroom and put it in saferoom mode. Then he said slowly, “I ran my special body recognition software on Agent Carter.” He stood silently looking at me until I said, “And?” “The Agent Carter,” he said anal beads japanese slowly, “that joined the Killer Kollar Task Force is not the same Agent Carter who was at the Las Vegas FBI office.” He paused and moved his mouth like he was chewing for a moment and then added, “The woman who was fucking herself with that giant dildo, however, is the Agent Carter from Las Vegas.” “So the video is a fake,” I said almost angrily. “Not a fake,” Boris said. “They just switched women between the closeup image of her face and the scene with the dildo. They might even be from different times, but they are very real.” He waited a moment to see if I would say anything and then continued, “In any case, sex asia japanese the woman with Ramon japanese femdom bt is not Agent Carter. I think that’s what he figured out, and I’m sure that’s what he meant about it not happening when they ordered him to fuck her in the ass. He knew she wasn’t the real Carter, so he knew he was already a dead man.” “So who is she?” I asked and Boris held up his phone. There was a smiling couple on the screen. “Recognize them?” he asked. “I don’t have a name. It took awhile for my programs to locate them because they pussi girl japanese don’t have many images on the web– light or dark– but that’s her.” “Bonnie and Clyde,” I answered flatly. “I’m not sure if I ever knew their real first names, but their last name is Barrow.” I chuckled rather hollowly and said, “I was instrumental in getting Master and Mistress Barrow banned from The Society for refusing to honor safewords... among other things.” I looked again at the image on Boris’ phone and said, “I often referred to them using the names of the infamous leaders of the Barrow gang from the 1920s because, like them, he was a sadist and she was a psycho.” “Probably not the correct medical diagnosis,” Boris said, “but close enough. And look at this.” He again held up his phone. This time the image was a closeup screen capture of what I had originally thought was the face of Agent Carter. “Notice anything about the Kollar?” he asked softly. “Son of a bitch!” I said angrily. “I should have caught that.” He kept glancing over at my bed across the room as he hurriedly sex asia japanese pumped his hand up and down. She’d wanted this kid’s cock and now she was getting it. Something about her had you doing tail spins. Once inside the bathroom he quietly closed the door and sat down on the edge of the tub. ran back to her bedroom to start looking at outfits. When she is at school her japanese femdom anal beads japanese bt mind goes back to being semi normal. Coming from a large family, several of us smoke cigarettes and other things, as well as drank. Marge was so open that once the dog had deposited his load he pulled out leaving her pussy oozing and dripping as she remained in position with her ass in the air and her head on the tiles. “Hi Mom.” I said. pussi girl jerking off japanese She could only see Elsie’s legs. She then grabbed the cuffs and blindfold and went to the door. Steady, Prestira, steady.