“Maybe tomorrow, this could be you daddy!” she panted as she brought herself closer to the edge of another massive orgasm, the fake cock sliding d...eper and deeper into her bum as she seemed to be leaking copious amounts of girl juice from her dripping pussy. I lost track of time as we both sped towards a sweet release, but I knew I could not last much longer.“Come for me, daddy!” she urged me as we both approached the point of no return.Beki was still thrusting the dildo in and out of her back. I have a new piece I’ve learned. It’s long, if that’s OK.”I nodded, “Sure.”“This is The Lark Ascending by Ralph Vaughan Williams,” she said, taking up her violin and bow.The piece WAS long, at just about sixteen minutes, but it was fantastic and varied, and I only detected a few mistakes which were obvious despite not ever having heard the piece. I applauded when she finished and she beamed.“One more?” she asked with a sly smile. “Shorter, but fun.”I nodded and she started playing. By the tenth. The Attorney General and Director of the FBI were present to witness our discussion.“Yes, Thomas.”“Mr. President, may I have your permission to call a Cabinet Meeting and inform them - all together - that you are fully recovered, in improving health and resting for a day, or two from your ordeal?”He saw through my ruse and said, “Thomas. I know exactly what you mean. Call them together and scare the living crap out of them, in case some Cabinet Secretary thinks they can run a rogue Department. Though he was huddled slightly, he somehow looked larger than he had before. It was as if he were filling the room, taking up all of the oxygen.Then, before she could blink, he was in front of her, his right hand gripping her neck tightly, pulling her until his face was mere centimeters from her own. She could feel his breath, see the death in his eyes and she knew, absolutely knew she was about to die. She scrabbled at his arm, clawing, scared beyond reason.“Put your fucking hands down,” the.