She sturred, I froze, waiting, I felt tense and poised, like a hunting cat, barely breathing, waiting, satin stretched across my hand, potentially sec...nds from being discovered, ostracised by my family as a little pervert. Her deep breathing returned and I relaxed slightly. I began squeezing her buttock again, not wanting to waste a second, and then slid further down, my two middle fingers now being tickled by her pubic hair. She stirred again, this time kicking her leg. I whipped my hand out. Many of my staff had already gone home.After hugs and kisses - out of the sight of the media - we debated supper; did we want to eat in or go out to a restaurant? There were plenty of swanky places where we could be whisked away to and enter through a back door to a back dining room that had been approved by the Secret Service.They were used for all the official visitors - heads of state, Ambassadors and other VIPs. We decided we would eat in so we would have more time together and not have to. I tried to process what had happened to me, but more importantly how much I wanted it again. Twice I went into my bathroom and masturbated while I thought of everything and everyone I had had sex with. My “cunt” was sore, but I couldn’t help myself. And I did as Tank had demanded and shaved all my pubic hair. Looking in the mirror, I looked 12 with my bald pussy and small tits. I bet some old pervert would pay lots of money to fuck me right now.I did go to bed early, I think more from pure. She had not been strapped to the frame; she had been bound to the frame withwire. The girl was aware of a new figure entering the room. She tried to turn herhead to see who it was, but the wire passed through her tongue and wound roundthe rung in front of her prevented any but the smallest movement. Then she was aware of the newcomer coming close to her, aware of soft femalehands stroking her, aware of expensive perfume? a perfume she recognised. The girl felt a leather-gloved hand stroke.