"So, we're sure? That asshole survived after all?" The president asked."Yes, sir. Voice pattern matches file records. Also, they are maintaining conta...ct, and would like to speak to you as soon as possible, if not sooner. We can transfer the link to your office if you would like, sir." The General said.Nodding, the president got up, and walked over to his desk. Pressing a button on the desk, a wall opened up, and the president found himself looking at an incredibly expensive wall video screen. She performed these sexual duties in an abstracted fashion, as uninterested in them as in everything else.Because of this, I got very little pleasure out of them myself; I kept them up, especially the ass-licking, to make her know, for at least a few minutes every day, that she was still my slave.Her breasts slowly healed, and after a few weeks were as beautiful as ever; the whip had, miraculously, left no scars. For a while I was scared that I had damaged her permanently despite my promise. I had to hear him say it again, before my disbelieving ears would take it in. ‘What’s to stop me? You’ve always known I’m ambitious.’ ‘Yes, but I hadn’t realised that meant you leaving the country. What about us?’ ‘There’ll be return trips home. The firm will allow me one week in six to visit the UK. All expenses paid.’ But somehow I sensed a finality about it all. Was I expected to sit at home five weeks out of six twiddling my thumbs and being a good little girl while he was having the time. I decided to take off my stockings and panties. I straightened my clothes and stepped out of the stall to wash my hands. Mike looked up and smiled when I walked out of the toilets. “Sorted? He asked as he took my bag. I smiled and nodded and we walked out of the terminal, both of them either side of me. When we got to the car, Sam opened the front passenger door for me. “I can sit in the back,” I said, but they both insisted that I be seated in the front, so I could get the best view of Sydney..