Mr. Little used one hand to stroke my hair, running his fingers through the long mane while bucking his midsection in a steady rhythm. His other arm w...as d****d over my back, with his hand somehow stroking my ass. How he got my skirt up and hand into my blue satin panties I'll never know...I hadn't felt a thing. But now the duel stroking was comforting and exciting. It was a magic moment, we were moving together and satisfying a primal urge. I was just getting deeply into the blowjob when once. That's why they got detailed."When we got to DC I met up with Tawny. "Look we have to assume thatCarson knows I'm DST. Gilmore's wife knows her, so she may be gettingsome good Intel on CID as well."They actually had several people they had identified as definitelycompromised. I went over the list of names, and yes I could see themselling out rather than take the hit to their careers."What do you have planned for me, I mean what do you want me to do onpost since she obviously suspects me?" Go to. As the first fortnight of servitude wore on the agony reduced to an ache, discomfort and then irritation until I finally became accustomed to them. I find it amazing how the body can adapt to new situations so relatively quickly. By 07.00 I am in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher of the plates etc. from the previous day and making a pot of ‘Earl Grey’ tea for Mistress with which I wake her at 07.15. I then consult the list of clothes Mistress wishes to wear for the day which I had placed on. She nudged the tip into my cunt, letting me feel her.Then she pulled it out.I let out a whining groan.“Mmm, you are just aching for my futa-reward, aren't you, futa-cheerleader?” she purred.“Yes,” I groaned, unable to help myself. Why was I so turned on? What was wrong with me? But I wanted that dick in me. I wanted her girl-cock reaming my cunt over and over, making me cum so hard. She grabbed my futa-dick with her right hand, the left stroking her cock's tip up and down my pussy. Pleasure.