No, there was something else.“He had to have recorded us. He somehow got up here while we were gone and bugged the room. There’s no other explanat...on,” said Rodney.“Rod, we’ve got to find him and make this right,” she said. He slowly shook his head.“No Claire, there may come a time, and I hope it does, but that time is not right now. He’d spit on us and I wouldn’t blame him,” he said. “The things he heard...” She slowly nodded her reluctant agreement.“I wonder where he is?” she said.I had to. We’re learning together. Don’t you like it better than if I’d had tons of experience with some older man?”“God, yes.”“Well, maybe I’m glad that you didn’t have some woman educate you. We’ll learn together.” And, really, Andy was great with his fingers and his lips. He’d probably learn this part, too.“Marilyn, you are so wise.” He leaned over and kissed her. The kissing turned to making out. There was no urgency in his motions, just stroking all over her.He might not feel urgency, but -- after a. I felt like such a whore. What would my wife think if she saw all of this? Still, I ran my hands up and down his chest, finally reaching for his cock so I could stroke it. He was so hard, and so long.He went over to the corner of the room and came back with a bottle. It was lube, and he but a generous amount on his dick. Then I saw him put some on his fingers, and gently slide them into my ass. His fingers stretched me out a bit. Then he kissed me, and I felt the head of his beautiful cock. "Carter is probably in conference with all three of those clowns," I told him. "The big scam involving the Watkins people originated in the White House."He looked at me as if he had just been struck by lightning. "Daniel, if this is some more of your raving lunacy, I wash my hands of you and your affairs. Do you hear me?"Suddenly he stopped and looked at me again. "What are you doing out of your wheel chair?" You seem different somehow, aside from the fact you can walk unaided."Bobbie cut in.