I hated her all the more since I was aware she knew, as a woman, how much I was hating what I had to do. That knowledge would only add to her pleasure... And to my hate.But, as I have learnt to my cost, hate is a dangerous emotion in a slave.„Get that tongue further in, girl,“ I heard her moaning, „right into my asshole...in...in...“I did my best, but there are limits to what a tongue can do. Millie brought her to her first orgasm quite soon and she rested briefly. Then with a brief wiggle of her. The fix was in before I had even left the river.I told my story to anyone who would listen, but BMA had already decided upon their set of 'facts' even before the fire was out. Sure, there might have been a 'bit' of a multi-dimensional leak, but 'fire crazy Zak Zyphyr' had to run in and play hero again and burned the place down to the very bedrock.This was the story that was given up the line to Imperial BMA, and no one particularly cared to scratch below the surface to sort the facts out. A. She had enormous aereolas - probably over four inches across - and large nipples which now were situated at the very bottom of her hanging breasts staring toward the ground. She had a slight pouch hanging down above her lower abdomen.She came over to the lounger and I took her towel and spread it out for her before she sat on the lounger and turned to lie on her back. When she laid back those breasts of hers sagged way off the sides of her chest to where they were literally hanging down fairly. ." "Sir, who is Susan?" "The girl I just fucked you dumb bitch ... listen to what I'm saying, when Susan arrives, have them position her over there. Don't do anything else. Nothing else. Understand?" "Yes sir." Then Tripp left the room.This might be my only chance. "Amanda, I'm really thirsty, can you get me a drink of water?" "I'm not supposed to talk with you." "That's ok, I don't want to talk, I just need a drink. I'm really dehydrated. Please?" She seemed to be thinking. "Ok." She finally.