The Secret Service agents with us wanted to prove how manly they were. We worked out two hours before they decided they had enough. A hot shower and d...y clothes and I still felt good - sore but good.We had a nice supper courtesy the Secret Service’s chef. It was easy to see why the agents that were assigned here were gaining weight. After such a workout we elected to eat light.My mates wanted to go back over to the offices for a private talk about things they had been working on. There we could. ?Although it may seem like a cruel shock, I thought it was important thatmy wife be given an idea of the degree of helplessness she faced when and if Iever decide to make her my slave.I smiled even broader as Tammywalked into the room.? The slave had longblonde hair and moved sensuously, like a snake as she entered the room with herhead down.?Good to see you again, Tammy.? Please strip my angel.?? I beamed at the pretty slave as she walkedinto the room.? Tammy knew she was therefor punishment. Jolene decided to pretend as if she were hesitating to see if he told her more. After all, she knew she had power over men and loved using it. She wouldn’t let Nathan get the upper hand here, even if he thought he had it. “We shouldn’t be—”Nathan put his phone away and chuckled. “I’ll just keep the photo for now.” He used the tip of his hard cock to poke between her lips. “Come on now, baby. It certainly would help your evaluation.”Jolene felt his stickiness on her lips. Nathan was definitely. ” I said “I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but to ME honey, to ME, you are a beautiful, vivacious, intelligent, woman in the prime of her life.” Her tears were flowing now; I could see the sadness in her face. I don’t know why I did it, or how it actually happen, all I know is I leaned in to kiss her… “Mara!!” she pushed me “What are you doing?” she had this confused look on her face. I didn’t even bother to reply, I just lounged myself at her.