Pauline raised an eyebrow. Had the little cow just said what it looked like? The words were mouthed, rather than spoken aloud and the soft hum of the small cubicle's automatic extractor fan had covered any sound. But Pauline wasn't too bad at lip-reading - it came from her time in the army, when sometimes it was necessary to give instructions silently or in an over-noisy environment. Artillery batteries are not the quietest of places and she had driven plenty of trucks of artillery shells from supply dumps to forward batteries.<i>Yes Mistress.</i>That was what the girl said under her breath. "You cheap little whore!" Pauline had risen to sergeant, and actually had earned a citation for action under fire, but she had also been instrumental on the parade ground and her voice, while soft, was the sort that commanded. The words were spoken in the same tone of voice that had reduced more than one newly arrived recruit to quivering jelly. Not shouted, she had no need to shout. She had learned from The Best to be The Best, and The Best did not shout unless absolutely necessary. "Say that again, louder!" She paused. "Louder! I can't hear you!"<br/><br/>It really didn't matter if the recipient of that voice had any military training or not. Most people having seen war films would recognise it, in any language, as one commanding instant obedience. Pauline had to restrain herself from saying<i>ten laps around the parade ground, </i>or<i>drop and give me twenty push-ups. </i>She did, however, add the almost too cliché question: "What are you? You're a cheap little whore. What are you? ..... Again, louder!"<br/><br/>She had, of course, stopped herself urinating and stood up, standing just centimetres from Anastasija, not touching the girl at all. But she still needed to pee. And the girl hadn't finished carrying out her instructions. "I told you to strip, why did you stop? Sit...!" Pauline didn't wait for her order to be obeyed. Instead she whirled the girl around and pushed her back and down so she was sat on the toilet. Pauline grinned wickedly and stepped forward, lowering herself onto her victim's lap, facing the girl, straddling her lap. The driver smirked. "You should have done as I said and got naked. Now you have to pay." She closed her eyes briefly and relaxed a little and the golden liquid began to pour out of her again, pooling in Anastasija's crotch, soaking her panties, dribbling down between her legs and into the toilet bowl. Pauline pulled her teeshirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. The slave would do all her laundry, she decided. She pulled her right bra-cup down, exposing an erect brown nipple poking out of a large, dark areola. "Put that in your mouth and suck." She ordered.