.. if that's okay?" said Peterson.Both reached for phones on the table. All cell phones were barred from this room, except the President's."This could...be a fake. Where did it come from?" asked Peterson, brandishing the printed memo.The President held up his pocket PC – or cell phone."The only person who has this number is the Patriot Sniper," he said."Not a fake," said Musgrave, still on the phone with NSA. "JPL and Goldman are acknowledging that they're under attack. And the night shift at. Today started like any other day, I wake up before my mistress to prepare her breakfast and coffee, and once done return to the bedroom to wait by her side with her silk robe in one hand and my leash held in the other, "good morning mistress. Breakfast is prepared for you, what do you wish from me?" I ask her as she steps out of bed and I wrap her in the robe, "just follow me for now princess." She pulls on the collar and I follow obediently.Once we get to the kitchen she sits down to her. “You're bleeding” She said when she noticed the blood on my stomach. I looked down and said, “Oh that's nothing, just a scratch. I watched as she grabbed a leaf and wiped some of the blood away. Then she giggled and asked me” How big is your thing now?” I laughed and said “See for yourself.” I guess my exhibitionist side has always been there since I was born. I stood and dropped my shorts and underwear. My cock popped out and was already getting hard. She looked and smiled. “Can I touch it?”. We started comparing notes about the interview, which mostly meant asking why I'd said various things, suggesting improvements and ideas for future interviews - there were bound to be MANY of those - and quite often congratulating me for doing so well.One point is worth recording here. I said, "I'm pretty sure there was a UAV - that's an Unmanned Aerial Vehicle; a remote-controlled spy plane like the Predators you see on TV sometimes - over our home during the interview. It's probably still up.