I opened my mouth and welcomed her eager tongue. I could hardly believe my luck. My last fuck was more than four years ago. No more I could wait. She ...aughed at my impatience when I fumbled with her skirt buttons. While undressing me she told me that her name was Helen. I unbuttoned her skirt, took it off. She stood in her black panty and bra. Her large breasts were overflowing in her bra. For some reason (I found out later) the hooks were in front of her bra and not at the back. When I. "Lovely," I hear him mutter as he watches my fair skin flush and gives me another, much harder spanking. "Good Girl." Standing before him arouses me in a way I've never felt before. My Master does not speak any more as he lightly brushes the back of his hand near my inner thigh. I am trained. I obey his wordless command and move my feet apart to open my legs. The back of his hand brushes across my shoulders and I kneel down for him. He repeats the motion and I press my bare breasts to the. "Pecan waffles OK for breakfast?"My grin got wider. OK? My favorite! "You bet!" I exclaimed.She walked toward me and slid a plate loaded with a stack of three waffles, already buttered and covered with warm maple syrup just the way I liked them, and several strips of crisp bacon in front of me. I tried not to notice her large breasts swaying, unfettered by a bra, or her stiff nipples poking out into the thin t-shirt she wore."I've got to get ready for work," she said as I dug in. I didn't even. "And the guard at the entrance?" I'll ensure that he doesn't notice us," I told him. We returned as I had told him and found the Supreme Court Room deserted at present. It was a simple thing then to transfer to the area below it.There we found ourselves in a chamber about forty feet square. The walls were of brick and flagstone and the floor was concrete. The walls had been painted white to improve visibility from the low powered lighting panels hung from the joists of the first floor. There.