A little first

Dear Madam President, started the email. You are now under our control. You will do whatever we want.

"What the hell is this crap?" Rose asked aloud. She kept reading.

At 3 pm, you will receive another email with a video link. You will video conference with us. To show we are in control of you, spend the time between now and then masturbating in the oval office with your panties on your head. Til 3 pm.

Your new masters.

"Not bloody like...." but before Rose could finish, she was standing up and removing her shoes. She started to undo her slacks. "What the fuck?" she said. She started to remove her slacks. She tried to stop herself but could not. She was helpless. She stepped out of her slacks and then slid her panties off. She put her panties on her head and sat back down. Soon her fingers were in her pussy, pumping and stroking away. "This can't be real!" she said. She tried to stop herself with every fiber of her being, but could not. She glanced at the clock, it was 2:26. "Oh god no!" she said aloud as she tried not to imagine keeping this up for 34 more minutes.