How often do you masturbate? Maybe, once a week. Well, thats good. You should be comfortable with your body. I walk over to you, standing in front of ...you as you sit at the desk, looking down at you. Tiffany, I want you to strip down to your underwear please. I&hellip, Im not wearing panties. Okay, then take off your shirt please. Watching you nervously pull your shirt up and over your head, seeing that youre only wearing a gray sports bra, I notice your nipples start to stiffen before my very. I made her lay down on the grass and spread her legs. The whole of the treasure was in front of me. The door of the treasure was slightly open. I could see her bloody inner parts. She lay down with her arms kept above her head, with one of her legs separated from the other. Following each and every drop of water from her forehead downward with my lips I reached the treasure. I smelled it like a dog. My nose swept the whole pussy in search of the key. At last when I found it I used my tongue to. Or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera crew forced to act as my personal pornographers, that was just too delicious of an opportunity to refuse. I quickly zapped her with the Converter and transformed her into my complete minion and Minister of Information in this new world order of my own making. Then I interviewed her. I straightened myself and breathed deeply, lifting my head up defiantly, smiling to hide my shame. My false bravado crumples as I see the glances of the men, as they take in my garb. My cheeks are flushing, I am wishing I could button up my blouse, and protect myself from the lascivious stares. I drop my eyes down to the slowly emptying tray to avoid catching the eyes of Master’s guests. A neatly manicured hand stops me. ‘Why if it isn’t Tara?’ I look up on hearing a familiar voice. Inwardly I.