Every scandal I had ever heard of, going all the way back to Watergate and before, it wasn’t the crime that landed people in jail, it was the cover-...p. The only way this was going to be at all something we could work through was if we could control the release of the information.I could foresee two possible outcomes. First, we could try to bury it. We tell Shaffer to dismantle the program and send him to Nome for the rest of his life. Sooner or later, though, somebody would talk, it would hit. I pushed my cock up to her swollen lips; she was dripping wet. I rubbed my cock against her pussy and slowly pushed in. She grabbed the sides of the table and squeezed. I was only part of the way inside her soaking pussy. She buried her head down and moaned, trying to muffle her sounds. I pushed further in, I was half way inside and I could see her squeezing the table harder. I was sure she was going to cum. Her fluid flooded around my cock as she had an orgasm. She made such a noise I thought. “How many of the village men have had sex with you?” I asked.“Almost all of them, Master,” she replied, “I am a slave.”“How long has this been happening?” I returned.“For the last four planting seasons, Master,” she replied, in a quavering voice.“What have you to show for all of this, Esther?” I asked in a low gentle voice.“What do you mean, Master? I do not understand.” Tears were falling from her eyes, and she was breathing raggedly now. The other two slave girls watched in rapt. The muffled sound of a ringing cell phone broke him from his dark thoughts. He tossed a towel aside and dug the phone out of his sweatpants' pocket."Yo!" he said."Yo, yourself," Janie replied. "You sound out of breath." I bought an exercise machine," he fibbed. Actually, he'd bought a room full of them; weight machines, free weights, a running treadmill, exercise bike. All professional grade equipment, and he'd been putting it to use. "How's school?" I shipped the last of my dorm stuff home,".