Franny and the FBI guys S1E11

Distracting the FBI

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They were so tall that as they loomed over me, looking down at my chest, I felt very small and helpless.

I love that feeling.

“I’m Dave,” said the white agent as he put a firm hand on my shoulder, his very strong hands inching towards the back of my neck. “This,” his hand, now gripped my neck, forcing my head to face the other man, “This, is my partner Jerrold.” Jerrold just stood there staring into my soul, “His wife just left him.”

I put a hand on Jerrold’s chest. My god what a firm chest! “Awww. That’s so sad. What can I do to help you feel better?” I looked up at him, biting my lip and playing up my trademark innocent-yet-slutty look.

“We are going to need you to cooperate fully Mrs. Smith. It makes investigations like this go much easier,” Dave said as he unzipped my dress.

As it dropped to the floor I fully turned to present myself to Jerrold. Dave unsnapped my bra and that too fell to the floor.

Jerrold reached up and grabbed my breasts with enough force to take my breath away. He kneaded and squeezed them just to the point of pain. He pulled and pinched my nipples, turning them a bright red color.

Dave held onto my neck and made sure I didn’t pull away as Jerrold roughly explored the rest of my body.

First, his hands moved up, wrapping his thick fingers around my tiny little neck. He squeezed. I locked my eyes to his. His other hand came up and slapped me across the face. Then again. Then a third time. My eyes never moved from his and I didn’t make a sound.

He glanced down at my pussy and I knew he could see my wetness dripping onto the floor. He just smiled and let go of my neck. I hadn’t realized it but he had been holding me just a tad off the ground. The smallest of squeaks escaped my lips.

Dave spun me around hard and pinned me against the door. Jerrold grabbed my ass cheeks, digging his fingers into my soft tushie as he squeezed. He drew his arm all the way back and spanked me hard enough to make me gasp. He slapped it again and again.

I felt like I was in school again and being spanked by the monseigneur for something minor and then harder because he could tell I was getting wet through my panties as his rough hands abused me.

I was damn close to coming when Dave pulled me away from the door and once again faced me towards Jerrald whose hands had already resumed their exploration. When his hands reached my pussy I let out a little moan and Dave clamped his other hand over my mouth.

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