You retreat back to your room to take care of your needs

Standing in the hallway, you slide your dainty hand down under your skirt as you contemplate your options. Your finger finds your slit, and... _Dios mio! _Your finger graces your clit, sending a current up your spine.

That cements your choice. You scurry along back to your room, and lay down on your bed. Lifting your skirt up and moving your panties to one side, you start to touch yourself. The feeling is electric, and you try to stifle your moans as you race towards your first orgasm as a woman.

A blinking green light catches your attention, and you momentarily stop. There's a camera there, mounted on the wall over by the foot end of your bed. One of those small, wireless security cameras. Is Master Fredericks... watching you? What if he is? Would he come down here to... punish you? The thought thrills and scares you. Your fantasies turns to him coming down here, finding you on the bed. He wordlessly unzips his pants, climbs on top of you, and despite your protests, plunge his cock deep inside you, holding your hands above your head, forcing himself upon you.

Moments later, you feel a pressure starting to build up inside you, and suddenly, it explodes outwards. You arch your back in ecstasy, yelling out for God again, in Spanish, before you collapse, sweaty and spent.

You have to lie there for a moment, composing yourself, breathe, to come down from the incredible high. As you get up, you note that you are still horny. The orgasm only took the edge off. You look up at the camera again with longing, as you go into your bathroom to quickly freshen up. There's another camera in there as well...

"What kind of witness protection agency is this?" you think to yourself, not quite realizing that you're thinking in Spanish. "This is all kinds of fucked up..." But you love it.

Leaving your room, you go back out to start your duties.