I gently removed the dildo from inside her and set the toys aside. She reached for my hard dick now and held my face close to hers. She looked into my...eyes lovingly. She captured my soul and held me as her lips met mine. Our tongues danced an enchanting dance as her hands massaged my cock. I cupped some warm water and let it trickle down her breasts. She moaned into my mouth. My cock pulsed in her hands. The bathroom smelled like citrus. The warm light of the candles kept the fire between us. “Sowmiya, ahhh, you can’t…It’s…Oohhh…The staffroom….Shit, what if…What if someone walks in?” I barely choked the words out as she took me further into her mouth. “Oh, fuck…”, I hissed, then laid back down on the chair, stroking her hair. Her head bobbed up and down, working gently on my cock, as her tongue teased the bottom of my shaft, and her hands gently squeezed my balls. It was all too much.Oooooohh, sowmiya, if…If you keep that up, I’m gonna….Gonna cum in your…Mouth…Ahhhh,” I warned her.. I open the door and see my dream boy. He was in a green wife beater and black basketball shorts. Which to me, I find absolutely find attractive. To my surprise he had cut his hair since the last time I saw him. He had it spiked up and wow did that look hot. “Hey man, let’s get this sleep over started.” He said walking, it was normal for him to walk in throw his stuff anywhere he wanted. He pretty much lived at my house.“Hell yeah!” sounding excited and nervous at the same time. Am I really. They were joint in a manly embrace, both pulling furiously at each others clothing. Soon enough, both were down to their Kalvin Kleins. Obama had a sudden urge to take control. Sit down, he commanded Bush. He proceeded to tie his tie around Bushs neck. Now, bend over. Bush bent over, muttering, Oh yeah, spank me, spank me like the bad President Ive been. Punish me like a prisoner at Guantanamo. The first hard slap landed square on Bushs right butt cheek. Unnngggggghhhh, yeeeeaaahhh, more! Obama.