I allowed myself to relax a tiny bit. So far, I hadn’t seen anything life-threatening. I’d suffered through enough evaluation reports in my day to...know, my opinion didn’t much matter.With a whole world turned to shit, I couldn’t believe the Chief was wasting her time filling out some stupid report. I shrugged and signed each page of glowing grades with a grim smile. Apparently, I was doing a great job doing at whatever it was I was supposed to be doing. I let out an involuntary chuckle as I. It was a thrill to hear the sound of my heels clicking on the hardwood floors. Marie offered me a love seat as she settled into a recliner.Andrew had followed us and continued to the kitchen, returning with a tray holding three martini glasses and a large martini shaker. He set the tray on the coffee table and filled the glasses, then offered one to me and then Marie.Marie raised her glass. "Here is to the Dawn of a new beginning for us all." We clinked our glasses and sipped our martinis.We. Being the little slut I am I can't stop myself moving my hips so that my slit rubs against the panties, like I'm trying to fuck my panties and cum. I know that my Master loves how desperate I must look right now but I have to hold off cumming until I'm told. He coasts the car over into the next lay-by and pulls my panties so tightly against my clit as I start to fuck them again. Moving faster and harder I look at Master with a plea to cum but he pulls them again and rips them off me just before. One explanation about my submissions: I haven't finished the Katlin/ Missy story, haven't made any postings for a week, because I've been taking time off for my honeymoon. And you may notice that Keith's been pretty busy also. The only new thing he's posted is the love letter to me. And that, nearly blew my "knickers" off. It's possibly the most unique love letter ever written. He's writing it as if I were the one telling the story. But he describes my actual thoughts so accurately that.