Location: the Command bunker, Central Sector of the North American Union's Army facing the nation of Allso."I don't give a damn what he is doing," the...General in Command of the Central Sector told the person on the other end of the video phone at the office of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs at the Hexagon. "This is a 'goddamn' flash priority call, and you had better put him on." What the hell is so fucking important out there?" the gruff voice of an older man demanded in a very annoyed. She starts to scream round the gag. Turns out there might be one thing worse than being tied to your own bed and raped by a woman twice your age: your friends finding out. I go in for closeups and get a nice shot her drool and tear streaked face, another of her puffy little nipples, showing the signs of my attention, and a third of her lightly-haired little kitty. She’s now bawling uncontrollably, but I can’t resist provoking a further howl by muttering aloud: “‘K, whatsapp ... create group .... I am yours to fuck, to piss on, to humiliate, to share, control or to torture, you are my Mistress, I am yours.”As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she started to enter me, her strap-on cock driving easily into my well lubed arse. Deeper and deeper she went till I had it all inside me, and could feel her leaning against my still raised legs. She reached over and pushed the blindfold off, letting me see her for the first time since she arrived.I looked at her, my Mistress, for the first. It was a typical mind-numbing torture by powerpoint type of meeting with nothing new (or meaningful) being presented by higher level corporate types who like the attention of an audience and to hear themselves talk. Anyway, Susan and I were just part of the audience sitting in the background, and our eyes would occasionally meet briefly, just long enough to feel that warm rush oflust between lovers, then returning the fascade of our attention back to the meeting with a knowing grin. My mind.