Milk (which she loves), iron fortified hot cereal (which sheloathes), a bagel with light cream cheese (which she tolerates),and a chilled orange juice... but no coffee (which she craves). Isat there, drinking my own juice watching her eat, trying notcringe under her steely glares.She finished the last bite of the cereal, and washed it down withher entire glass of juice. She patted her mouth and then got upto gather her bag and briefcase. "Mark, I will be a little latetonight. I will want to. .. he'll understand," Presidential Chief of Staff Barnes called out to his secretary in her outer office."Right away, Chief. You've got that missile defense contract group coming in at 12:15. Do I cancel, or reschedule?" Tell them to go ... oh, never mind. Reschedule. Tell them to make it dinner, a free evening next week, on their dime. A really big dime or it isn't worth wasting my time." You got it, Chief!"The two men sat at an isolated park bench near a small pond. Zaglinder was tossing. I kissed her neck moving her mangala sutra aside. I could feel her body trembling against mine.After a little while, she said” I have some milk now in my breasts. Just suck it and let me finish housework before your uncle comes. You can play with them tomorrow after your Uncle goes to work, OK?” and she gave me her breasts. I sucked all the sweet warm milk out of them and then she went to finish her household chores.I was eagerly waiting for the next morning for uncle to go to the office. That. "Master?" came the soft voice from above.She was sitting on my face, and I was delightfully busy."Yes, Love?"My words were somewhat muffled as I was speaking into the juncture of two perfectly formed thighs."How would you like the seating arrangements to be handled at breakfast?"Now, I don't know about you, but hearing that question while having your cock masterfully swallowed by a beautiful woman would be disconcerting to most men. Imagine how I felt, for the second time as I was rudely.