She said oh sorry and changed her sleeping position facing me.She pushed her hairs back. As she did I looked at her wonderful melons. They were incred...ible. She saw me staring at them. She folded her hands and slept that pushed her boobs little out from her t-shirt. She slept in the same position facing me. She closed her eyes.Her cleavage was visible and my dick was standing firm at the sight of her boobs. They would be tantalizing tasty I guessed. I turned my face the other side to avoid. Surprisingly, it worked.One of our cloned listening posts recorded a satellite call that triangulated both parties. The conversation was a report of the attack as it occurred, giving chapter and verse to the listener. The call was received in the middle of the ocean, which means it was made to a yacht belonging to someone that wanted us dead. It didn’t really work out well, because the Air Force blew the yacht into small pieces, then picked up seven survivors, including a man who owned the. She stands very close in front of me and says "Get dressed and on your way out. Stop at the front office and Slave Misty will take down your information." I respond with a "Yes Mistress".She reaches down and grabs a hold of my half erect cock and says to me "This is mine and you are not allowed to play with it unless I tell you." Without letting me respond she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.I start to put my clothes on trying to figure out what just happened. Once I am. It was a relief in a way to me that she wanted to continue papering to finish the one wall. I helped her lay it out and cut it to length, then after she brushed some paste on the wall climbed up on a stool to start hanging it from the top. I kneel at the bottom and line it with the edge of the previous one. She then brushed it to squeeze any air bubbles out and smooth it down, and then we repeated with the next piece. Once we got the first wall done she stopped and said, "Let’s take a break.