President, what day did you have that closed meeting?” I asked.“It was two days ago and just my inner circle,” he replied.“So in twenty four h...urs the Iranians have it posted on a terrorist web site. Don’t you think alarm bells should be ringing? You still have a traitor in your office. Your complete cabinet needs a shakedown,” I said.“Frank, Ben, Marty and Eric should have a new priority assignment right now,” I added.“We need a list of names who attended that meeting and anyone that has. I don't. I'm just doing this because I have to. I didn't have any real choice. I've agreed to be your slave. I am your slave. I shall do what I'm told because I have no wish to have my bottom smacked again." Stephanie tried to make it sound as though she was only reluctantly doing what she was told. "Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have. Just do it and be proud of what you have." The words she'd rehearsed repeated themselves in her mind."As you wish. . problems?" Not like you might think." He paused outside the door to the Break Room. "You should visit more often. A lot of us have missed you." I intend to," she said. "I miss this place."The Break Room was typical of every lunch room in the city: a counter with a sink under some cupboards, an industrial-sized coffee urn, a microwave, a refrigerator, several tables, and two large trash cans. Mr. Anderson pushed through the door on the other end of the room, Caitlinn on his heels.Several of. She stopped at a trash can and pulled out a black plastic trash bag. She emptied out the nasty contents and made a make shift mini skirt out of it which barely covered her pussy and ass. A second trash bag barely rapped around her large tits and off she went. Her first thought was to go see a boyfriend. He would help her. She walked for blocks hiding from cars and dodging strangers on the street. At last, she came to her boyfriend’s house. She snuck up to his window and tapped on the glass. Her.