I'm not completely oblivious to what goes on between guys." Nathan shook his head, chuckling to himself. He'd only now realized Aaron wasn't the gay...st straight man he'd ever met after all. His roommate couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it. Except Aaron was so far in the closet it would take nothing short of a bulldozer to dig him out and that wasn't his job. It had been a lovely salacious thought, imagining himself and Aaron together, but the dream sequence was over and. But she responded, feeling his heat and the passion built from the music, alcohol and drugs. Sensing her willingness, he started tearing at her clothes, kissing her now exposed naked breasts. She tried to stop him- this was going to far, well beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black stranger she wanted. She blamed herself for being so foolish to think she could control the situation.He was strong and hungry for her body. He ignored her struggles and protests, carrying her to his. Though neither seemed worried, they both knew there must be a sense of urgency for this has certainly not been common in the President’s first term. They were summoned in the middle of the night and the President’s limousines were dispatched to pick up the two women well before the first light of day. Not being completely comfortable, they both kept both feet planted on the floor and eyes focused on the doorway across the room.When the doorway opened, in walked Emmeline Watson without her usual. The scores were to be tallied, the partners winning the fewest games would lay across the laps of the victors, present their bared bottoms to be hand spanked until it was felt that they were sufficiently warm. “Have you ever been spanked, I mean since you were grown up? asked Jackie. “I’ve had a hot hand put to me more than once,” said Liz. “I sort of acquired a taste for it. I missed it after my old man and me broke up. “My husband spanked me once,” confessed Janet. “I won’t say I didn’t.