“Please, Master! Haven’t I played by the rules enough? I am so hot and so horny and so obedient but the rules say I can’t cum until you do. So I won’t, but I need to. Please.
“Please can you change the rules so I can crawl onto you lap and ride your sweet cock with my dripping cunt? Please can I get you to cum inside me?
“Okay, if not that, can you please change the rules so I can slurp your cock into my warm, wet lips? I’d swallow your cock deep into my throat and swallow every drop of your creamy cum.
“Okay, then, can you please, please, please change the rules so I can at least stop teasing my hungry cunt with one hand? I would use both hands to stroke you and tease you and milk your cum right onto my face or my tits or wherever you want it.
“Please, oh, please Master. Please let me cum. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. I’ll follow any rule you say. I’ll break any rule you want.
“Yes! I love breaking rules for you, Master. I’ll tell you all my agency’s secrets. Just please let me cum!”
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British agent Kappa of MI69 never reestablished contact with her handlers. She was recovered months later in the brothels of Monaco with no memory of whom she had been.
The ministry dispatched agent Eta, Jane Bound, to investigate the case.
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