Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 122

Yeah," she nodded, pale faced and clutching an equal frightened Jessica.

It took a few minutes to find all the SWAT officers roaming the house. By the time I got to the sluts, most had those plastic cuffs on and were sobbing in fear as black clad SWAT cops stood over them. I had the SWAT release them before sending the cops outside to join the other SWAT guys. Violet hugged me in relief and Karen was so shaken up by the experience that she threw up. Allison and Desiree clung tightly together and Korina was still asleep from her painkillers.

Outside, a fat, balding man in a blue, FBI windbreaker was yelling at his SWAT guys for standing around in the yard. "What the hell are you guys doing?" he demanded, face turning beat red.

The guy told us to wait outside, Agent Peterson" one of the SWAT guys said.

"The fucking suspect tells you to wait outside and you genius just listen to him?" Agent Peterson demanded in astonishment. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys."

"Eh," the SWAT guy shrugged. "He just seemed like someone I needed to listen to, right guys."

The other SWAT officers shrugged or nodded.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Agent Peterson swore. "Who the fuck is this guy! Heinrich, let's go and get this asshole."

"Uh, sir, he's at the door," a female agent pointed. She was wearing the same windbreaker as Agent Peterson.

"Shit!" Peterson swore and drew his service weapon, pointing it at me. The female agent, presumably Agent Heinrich, drew hers as well. "Hands on your head, get down on the floor!"

"Put your guns away!" snapped in anger.

Guns were holstered. "See," quipped the SWAT officer, "hard to resist."

"Shut up, Keller," Peterson grumbled.

"Is it safe, Mark?" Mary called from upstairs.

"Yeah, Mare, come on down and bring Jessica!" I shouted back.

Mary appeared, naked, holding an equally naked Jessica's hand. Both girls had similar builds, their breasts about the same size, Mary's a little perkier, Jessica's a little rounder. The main difference was their skin coloring, Mary was fair skinned and covered in freckles while Jessica had caramel skin from her mixed ethnic background.

Mary slipped her arm around my waist and I hugged her shoulder. "What're you gonna do, Mark?" she asked, looking at the ruin of our front door. They had used a battering ram and cracked the door and shattered the frame.

"Embarrass Agent Peterson," I told her. "Jessica, let your producer know you have a story about the FBI raiding an innocent man's house and scaring his family with their storm trooper assault"

"Yes, Master," Jessica said, scurrying away.

"FBI Agents and SWAT officers!" I yelled. "I'm Mark Glassner and this is my fiancee, Mary Sullivan. Everything we do is legal. If Mary Sullivan or someone who says 'I serve Mark Glassner' approaches you do whatever they say!"

Nods, grunts, and various affirmatives echoed back from the crowd.

"Agent Peterson, a Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 News is going to interview you. You will tell her because of your incompetence, you and your men raided an innocent man's house, broke his door down and scared his family. Agent Heinrich objected to your plan, but you used your seniority to shut her down. You will tell then that Mark Glassner just has a similar resemblance to the bank robbers, but he has an ironclad alibi."

"Fine," Peterson said, flushing. A couple of the SWAT officers sniggered.

"Agent Heinrich, I need to speak with you, inside," I said.

"Okay, sir," she said and started walking inside.

"Have fun," Mary said, kissing me.

"You don't want to play with her?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh, I think there will be plenty of time for that," Mary said with a knowing smile. Mary knew what I was thinking. Agent Heinrich looked cute and having a spy in the FBI would be a good thing. Then, she walked out of the house, eying the SWAT officers. She grabbed two of them and led them past me back inside the house.

"Two?" I asked.

Mary giggled. "I want cock in my pussy and cock in my ass."

The other sluts were gathering in the living room as Mary led her two studs inside. I followed with Agent Heinrich. The FBI agent had sandy-blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her face was round with gray-blue eyes and a milkmaid's fair complexion. Underneath her FBI windbreaker she wore a cheap, blue pantsuit and a bulletproof vest.