I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the soft material of my T-shirt. The ache between my legs also begged for attention. A muffled cry bled ...from inside Tom’s headphones as on the small laptop screen the younger man came and ejaculated his seed over his stomach, causing the older man to also release himself, spraying the boy’s torso and face with his cum. I was then left to focus my attention solely on Tom, determined not to miss a thing. I held my breath and watched in anticipation;. It did.“Bill is in now,” said the Master Chief.“We know, he’s rescinded the warrants.”“Let me make another call,” he said.He did.“Master Chief Anderson, put me through to the Ambassador.”Ooo, the big guns. Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall. "Tight enough slave?" she mocked. I nodded quickly but she tightened it another notch anyway. "Now it's time for a good slave slut to shut up" she said as she pushed me to the bed surface covered in the black pvc sheet we use for all our mistress/slave encounters. I could see her clearly then: knee length lace-up dominatrix boots with 6 inch heels, a leather micro skirt and a tight red tee shirt which her pierced nipples pushed ahrd against. She reached into her bag pulled out a lighter and a. She squealed out, sitting up and gasping as the dick left her throat. Her mouth hung open in shock, staring at me as I stroked the belt through my fingers. The principal, behind her, grabbed the back of her head and made her look down. A long, dirty moan left her mouth as she examined the bright red ‘CUMSLUT’ written across her tits. She looked up into my eyes with a wicked grin pulling at her lips. The surety left her gaze as I dragged the leather article over her throbbing lips, a plea barely.