Would she lie? Would she cry? Would she beg him to forgive her? Would she be an obstinate bitch and somehow turn it all around so, like everything els... every other time, it was all his fault? He slipped over to the bedroom mirror and peered into it, trying desperately to make out the lines of his own tired face. He could just barely see the faint glow of eyes, the tussle of black hair, and a hand as it drew across his grimace. This is appropriate. I can’t see myself. I don’t even know who I am. ‘And where are you now?’ He asked. ‘I’m in the living room, Master. Sitting at my desk, talking to You.’ ‘Good. Do you still have the package I sent you?’ He asked. He had sent me a package a few days ago and had instructed me not to open it until He gave me permission. He knew I was too nosy for my own good and that having a package from Him laying around unopened would drive me crazy. He was right. ‘Yes, Master. I haven’t opened it yet.’ ‘That is good. Now go get it and bring it back with. “This is General McIntosh, the Head of the Parthas Armed Forces, and General McJunkin, the Commander of Ground Forces. They will fill you in on what has been arranged, and what the current situation is here,” Minister Warren-Adams informed us, introducing the two men. I could see their armed guards who had stopped some 20 feet behind the Generals.Both men were of medium height, say 5’-9’’ tall and about 180 pounds or so. They appeared to be in their mid forties. Both had short, thin, black. He got up and started putting his pants back on. I took my unhooked bra off and pulled on a long nightshirt. Then, I took off my jeans and cum soaked girdle, putting on a pair of bikini-style panties. Both the shirt and panties were sticking to my cum-covered skin. As we walked to the door, I reveled in the fact that I was braless. I was starting to get wet, again, feeling the shirt rub against my sticky nipples. After Donny left, I sat on the couch waiting for Michelle, Chrissy, and Sis to get.