” “Well, Mr Churchill has a job for you, a rather special job.” I said nothing, deciding he would get around to it in his own time. He did. “T...ere is a group charged with work in France. It is dangerous of course and highly secret. How would you feel about that?” “I don’t know what ‘that’ is.” He smiled and turned over the paper on the table. “Sign this and I can tell you.” It was a note about the terms of the Official Secrets Act. I signed it. Two weeks later, promoted to Captain, I found. As I got to the end of the aisle, the booth door opened and Charley walked out! I was floored, never thinking a pussy hound like him would go both ways. Out in the dark parking lot I asked him, ‘was that you, man?’ ‘Yeah, he said, I wasn’t k**ding tonight when I said I’d do anything.’ ‘Sucking a cock is a great turn on’, he continued, ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.’ The tequila I’d d***k must’ve acted like truth serum,cause I replied ‘Not til tonight when I first saw that. Our Master sent us to the bedroom and said that we should go and get dressed, she should be a Schlampe and must dress me like a Sissy Slut. She had or fined me my outfit, than find her own. We both dressed ourselves completely except Hear and make up. I had to put on what she gave me which was Black Nylon Stockings, Red String Tanga, 10inch High Heels High Heels, really tight and short Mini Skirt, tight Top, Bra stuffed, and a Wig, and Make Up. When we were finished I had to present myself,. I guess maybe they are afraid I’m going to turn and run, because he keeps ahold of my arm as he steers me towards a door. I can feel her hand, rubbing up and down my ass. It makes me a little uncomfortable, but surprisingly I can feel myself getting even wetter as she caresses me. Maybe this won’t be so hard. After all, she is absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a black lace nightgown that hugs her like a second skin, molding to her curves. Her nipples are just barely visible through the lace,.