I wish they were my mistress’.I was utterly spent. My body was sweaty and reeked.I leaned on my mistress’ shoulder as we walked back to the diaz.I...laid down at the foot of my mistress’ throne and was soon asleep.The next day was much like the previous. I spent hours sucking a seemingly endless train of cocks. I think I did better than before. I was learning how to swallow faster, and how take a dick down my throat just before the man comes. There were still a few times where the man came too. Big mistake. The floor was slimy with what I later learned was cum and piss. Since I was already down there, I went ahead and put my eye to the hole. I looked through just in time to watch the guy unsnap and unzip his pants as he stripped. When he pulled down his underwear, his cock flopped out and he stroked it. Tyler told me to poke a finger through the hole to show him that I’d seen him. We’d been drinking quite a bit so I was a little braver than normal. I was giggling when I stuck my. As she bent to pick up the tray the front halves parted even more than before allowing him a much better look at her massive cleavage and most of the tops of her bosom. An instant stirring took place in his loins as she stood up. He was just slow enough placing his hands over his sheet covered crotch that the growing lump beneath them was becoming apparent."Yer clothes are clean and on the chair by the door," she casually said seemingly not noticing his sudden arousal as she turned and again. It is a sign of a successful mission when you go home with everything and everyone you took to the fight; in our case, we were plus three.As soon as we were in the air, I called the President, “I have the goods, mission complete.” A little conversation and I ended the call.The next call was to General Ingram, “Great news, I want the details Monday. When can we pick up the materials?”“Three hours at Morton,” I replied.“We can’t get anyone qualified there in that time. I understand you have.