He stepped back to admire the sensual sight of her erect nipples urgently at attention, pushing the soft fabric of her blouse out. He bent his head do...n, his mouth closing over the fabric protected nipple. She threw her head back, moaning, as he mewled at her breasts, teasing and touching. He allowed his hands to wander further down her body, down around her slim hips. She was wearing a long silk skirt that accentuated her lithe body. This woman’s body was her treasure, not so much her face. He. Ron was wiping his face with what looked like baby wipes. His cock refused to soften. Then to his relief Monica reached down and ran her fingers over it."I think you could use some relief too! Get up on the table" she said as she pulled his pants down.His cock was on edge. He watched as Monica put her lips just above the cock. Then she let a long string of saliva slip from her mouth. Ron groaned as the warm fluid dripped down his cock as her blue eyes looked into his. Then he felt her fingers. I've just finished examining the President and we're now prepping him for surgery. He has massive internal injuries, a broken jaw, fractured left leg, and several broken ribs. He is in critical condition and it will be touch and go for a while." Is he conscious?" He is resting now and he couldn't talk with you anyway because of his jaw." Have you told him that he is President?" No. It's been a bit busy around here tonight and I wasn't told that he had become President until just before I got on. They are both a little more dishevelled than earlier but still well presented. Both are 6 foot, Marcus is black and well built with his white shirt taut across his chest and arms, James, who is white, is in a suit and not as well muscled.They both are funny and engaging and I notice that they cant keep their eyes of Janes cleavage and thighs. She knows it to - I can tell - her body language is flirtatous and her smile infectious. They ask us to come next door for a dance - I look at Jane and.