I followed her every move as usual, especially watching her ass wiggle as she walked. She looked so sexy sitting on the couch totally naked and very r...laxed. Before I even started to sit down she said, "Did you have desert after your dinner tonight?" Gee no mom. They did not serve any desert tonight." Well would you like some fresh cookies I just baked or ..." as she was talking she moved her legs out from underneath her and slumped back on the couch spreading her legs while moving her hands. In an almost calm state (really, a state of shock), I managed to go out to a local 24/7 convenience store, buy some bleach and a big suitcase without being all too conspicuously nervous about it, and drive back to the hotel room where the body was still lying on my bed. By now, a puddle of bladder contents, intermixed with my sperm, had formed around her crotch. Using the bleach in the bath tub, I washed out her ass, her vagina, her mouth, tried to scrub my skin from underneath her fingernails,. This wasn't in person, although there were at least a dozen other agents on Venus, but through communication channels so highly encrypted that no human had even identified them as such. The receiver and transmitter she used were embedded deep inside her skull.Her assignment was fairly routine to begin with. She was there simply to monitor and observe. Proxima Centauri couldn't rely on communication intercepts alone to research and study human society. Such information could never be as. Their status was instantly apparent since they were all dressed in black leather outfits and comfortably seated. Their slaves either knelt at their feet or stood respectfully behind them. The slaves wore mostly frilly, skimpy outfits except for one girl who was naked wearing only painful-looking nipple clamps. Her pussy was shaved adding to her naked, helpless appearance; and her petite body had several welts as evidence of her Master’s displeasure.Mistress Rachel started the introductions.