I couldn’t get my shirt off quick enough. I sat there in my briefsShe looked at me and smiled“One more”I slid off my briefs and there I was in a...l my glory with a raging erection.Now she just took the time to stare at me.Finally she pushed my back onto the bed and slid off her panties.When she joined me on the bed I almost gasped as I looked at her beauty. She has a beautiful, firm ass, awesome tan lines and she trims her pussy, just a little patch.Her tits and ass are outlined by her tan. This meantthat the guards' primary role was keeping outsiders away from what wenton inside Mommy's house. The mandatory simulation took place right after the administration ofthe drug as the sissies knelt with their hands behind their backs. Themaids then dropped down on all fours, one at each end of the line, andat a signal from the guard they began sucking an already visibly excitedmember, twitching for attention. Unlike the cocks of the maids, thecocks of the regular slaves were not held. Dress code is a white shirt, black tie, and black dress pants, for the ride down.”The rest of the team nodded at that. “I guess that means no driving down there myself.”“Oh, hell, no. If you’re not on the bus, you don’t get to play. That’s the rules. We all know them already, because most of us have been doing this stuff for a couple of years.”“Thanks.”We spent the rest of the lunch discussing plays. I gave all three of my girls a quick kiss on the cheek, told them all I was proud of them, and. I'm sure I looked lost."I thought you two were Marines. I didn't know you worked for the Secret Service," I said, confused. Sarah jumped in and explained."When I was recuperating, I spent a lot of time at the White House. Since everyone except, supposedly, me and my parents knew my injuries were not due to an accident, the President insisted I have protection. It was a hassle for the Secret Service to devote agents to that, so at the President's insistence, they simply trained John and Rhonda.