Having a young man who would show her attention and lust was what she needed, so as part of her Saturday shopping she would get laid.He didn’t date ...ingle women anymore unless they asked him out and even then he would not have sex with them. It was a real dread of a woman getting emotionally attached to him.It was somewhat of a surprise, albeit a pleasant one when married women seemed to be attracted to him without any specific effort on his part. He was good enough looking, neat, well. “Mom could be walking in through that door any moment,” I tried to appeal to her senses again.“And if she does, she’ll see you and me in bed together. It’ll be something she’ll never forget, maybe she will even touch herself thinking about us later…”“What’s gotten into you, Ellen!”But she only smiled looking at me. She could hear the fake-ness in my voice where I had hoped it would be convincing enough. She made a welcoming gesture with her eyes and I slid my hands under her peach pyjama top.It. Not that she was complaining about Will, but sometimes it seemed he cared about her too much… if that made any sense at all. He was always so focused on worshipping her body, insuring the orgasmic cries of the evening always came from her first. Sometimes, she wished he would stop being so damned caring and treat her like a woman, not a porcelain doll. How much she loved him! She loved the feeling of his cock furiously rubbing against her clitoris, his six inch height advantage and the natural. As he nears the Oval Office, the halls begin to swell with more people. The walls line with more Secret Service agents and the pathways become more congested with officials and other aides like him. He squeezes and shoulders his way through until he reaches the door to the Oval Office where he is stopped by none other than Director Rodriquez, head of the Secret Service himself.The large man holds up his hand and says, “You may as well just turn you happy ass around and walk right out the front.