Rachael lifted her legs to allow his teacher to throw out the panties.She looked at the panties which were now lying on the floor they looked as if so...meone has poured water over them. . ”“It’s the only thing he watches,” I commented.Kelly nodded and shrugged and continued, “ ... and he started tweeting about how you weren’t a hero but were a self-promoting Never-Trumper and a secret Democrat and how you were wearing your medals illegally since he had ordered them all revoked.”“Jesus Christ!” I muttered.“Oh, yeah. He’s been tweeting up a storm since last night, rescinding your medals and ordering the Army to court martial you. He even threatened the Secretary of the Army if it. Being in bed together, with Cathy pressing her breasts against my chest was turning me on; and my prick managed to find its way out of my pyjama shorts, and I could feel it pressing against Cathy’s stomach.“Oh, what is down here?” she said, reaching down to stroke my prick. “It seems someone is completely awake now.”After giving my prick a gentle squeeze, she slid out of the bed, and kissed the tip of my prick.“Now I will have a shower and start to get ready,” she said. “As much as I want to. "You'll wash my back," she grinned. "My front too, that's what a pussy slave does for her Mistress." Is that what you are?" I cleared my throat, speaking softly. "My Mistress?" Yeah," Loren laughed, reaching to pull the hair from my eyes. "But don't be calling me that or anything. I'm just Loren and you're my Suzy, we don't need any games." I'm Kylie," I giggled and Loren shook her head."Not yet," she said. "You gotta prove it first." What?" I asked, but Loren was pointing at her dresser."My.