"To my beautiful slave. You own the room." Brenda’s face glowed as thanked her Master with a smile. The dinner was wonderful, each course was pe...fection, the service impeccable. After they finished their desert and coffee, Brenda asked, "Master, may I be excused to use the ladies room?" "Yes slave," he said. "But don't be long, the show starts soon." As Brenda put her napkin on the table she noticed how much her skirt had ridden up her thighs while she and been seated. "Sir, when I get. ”“Oh my God. You?”“Careful Ben, you are getting into areas that it would be better if you didn’t know anything about,” I replied.The conversation ended when Troy called and asked if I could come to the Oval Office.“OK, I will be right up,” I replied into the phone.“Gentleman, I need to go upstairs, you will have to excuse me,” I said as I stood and closed the folder.In the Oval Office there were three Senators from the President’s opposition party.Senator Sloane was the first to speak, “We have. This is easier than me asking all these questions. Also this way I can refer back to it when needed. When you’re more experienced, we’ll fill out one for you.” Then thinking on what he had just said, he told her, “Actually, we could start a list now for you, you can always add to it or change it as time goes on. Most slave change theirs from time to time.”“So what things are they into,” she asked actually curious about them.“Make a left at the next light,” he told her noticing that they were. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight to his chest.... I could feel buckets full of his oooze shooting all over my belly, and my sweat pants. He was now pumping into my hands, which I held stiff for him to do as he pleased, which he did. Finally, I moved my hands free of his shrinking pipe, and brought one hand around the back of his opened jeans.... I wanted to feel his ass, which always looked so cute in jeans, working around the cabin each day.... I slipped a "gunk.