"Why..., yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress," Pamela said with surprise.She quickly rose, grateful to leave Mike's side, and followed Sara intothe bat...hroom."My, my, Pamela, you sure did a good job cleaning the bathroom! Even thefaucets have been polished. You sure try hard to please my boyfriend,don't you?" Well..., it's not like that, Mistress..., I just try to, well, make himhappy, I guess..."Pamela turned the shower on and held Sara's arm as she stepped into thebathtub. While Sara stood. I found myself having to limit my efforts through fatigue more than anything else. It was, as my American friends would say, "like shooting fish in a barrel."By the second year, I must have complained a little too loudly at this waste of my talents, for shortly thereafter I was seconded by our British allies and sent to North Africa to translate captured German and Italian papers. At least I was contributing something. On the other hand, I could not imagine a more desolate, forbidding, or. How they all missed the old days before the rules, when just killing a whole planet was a more satisfying victory.For almost an hour they laughed like children at the torturous screams, groans and sobbing of the one strapped in the chair. Finally the apparatus shut down as several techs re-entered the room to check on the one strapped in.The techs moved rapidly around the room as they hovered around the now older looking male. Conducting several tests they nodded to the waiting council.“He. This certainly helped. I repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I expanded my attentions to include both breasts.After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find one.Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror and uncovered the rest of my body.I started to raise my right leg.I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I.