Beneath it, Mom wore a plain black skirt, not too tight but not really loose either. It was almost knee length. The blouse was tucked securely into th...e skirt; no bare midriff today.Mom looked at my uniform and glanced at the baton hanging from my belt."I think you've had enough practise, Hector."I didn't like her tone. "You can never get too much practise," I mimicked the tone she used on me when she made me take piano lessons when I was younger. Mom smiled, obviously getting my joke. I was. Ahh, the female orgasm; so elegant, so graceful.“Holy fucking shit,” she said after returning to Earth. “Where did you learn to do that?” Poor girl. She must have been hard up if she thought a simple finger diddle was impressive. I answered her with only a grin, continuing to hump her chest, but the truth was that when Derek and Drew weren’t actively fucking their clients, they were bragging to each other about how well they could fuck said clients. I just listened to their “principles,” - they. I want all of you to follow me absolutely. You know what happens when you don't listen to me. Now, all of you kneel in front of me or I will really give you a lot of dreadful pain." All the slaves of the mistress knelt in front of their mistress out of fear.Part 2: (National Conquest)The mistress Sravya got an offer to work in a Bollywood film. She was on the set of the movie taking her shoots. While taking a break between the shoots she asked a studio staff to get her a glass of apple juice.. Well, the war for us settled into a routine, but never a rut. Almost every day that the weather permitted, we went after an observation balloon. It seemed like the Germans were growing them on a farm somewhere. They always had one to replace a balloon that we shot down, it just took them a couple of weeks to get the new one in place. We never did tell anybody that we were knocking down balloons by bombing them, and the higher echelons never caught on, so they let us alone.However, the Germans.