She arched her back again and gasped as I ran one finger up to her clit and circled it lightly, while my thumb explored her tight, wet interior. As I ...id, my lips were gently making their way down the cascades of her belly--down to her hot, wet, electric cunt. With each kiss further along, she gasped as if I were already there, and I sensed it had been a long time since she’d been treated with such careful attention--if ever. I couldn’t help but smile as she urged me further down, her hips. It was sort of exciting to knowthat I would be given a high score. It was unsure, back when I was male,what girls thought of me or if they thought of me at all. But going onprevious knowledge, I knew that guys would be thinking about 'Gemma' andthose thoughts would be front and centre in their mind whenever I wouldsaunter past them. It felt exhilarating to be wanted."So do you think I'm a smoking hottie, Glen?" I asked him outright."Gemma, I don't think about my friends like that. I mean you. “Well, we’ll find a way to warm up your ass soon. Are you ready for your Christmas presents?”“I didn’t bring you anything,” she admitted.“I didn’t tell you to, Melissa.” His voice made her shiver more than the cold wind had. “I make the decisions, remember?”“Yes, Jonathan.”“Anyway,” he said more cheerfully, “you aren’t quite ready for your presents, yet.” He led her into the bedroom. There was a strange-looking chair off to one side with a straight back and wooden seat. “Leave on the stockings. CST tonight my running mate and friend will be sworn in as the next President of the United States. I've requested of him that he keep my staff in place and even suggested that it might be advantageous to him to have a dual Chief of Staff post created. Of course, you'll have to discuss this with him.Day in and day out, I've watched you deal with events that would have most people babbling in a corner somewhere. To class your service as anything other than beyond the call of duty, would be a.