After the waiter clearedour table, Richard took my hands into his. I marveled at how small andpretty mine were in contrast to his. My rings sparkled ...nd my braceletsjingled metallically. I felt like a pretty Christmas present."Are you ready to hear of my plans for you, Brandee?"This was it. No turning back. I felt so ready and wanting."Tomorrow I have schedule and appointment with an endocrinologist whospecializes in transsexuals. You will get a check up and be started onhormones. You will. I smack her cheek harder, she closes her eyes against the pain. I bend down and lick it, then bite the hot flesh, her pussy is leaking more juices then ever. I kneel down and lick from her mid thigh to her hot, wet, puffy lips. She's moaning and whimpering wanting me to pleasure her like never before. I move my hand up her other thigh gathering her fluids as she watched me again with lust, passion and pure animalistic heat in her eyes. I untie the gag, just as she opens her mouth to beg me to. “The bathroom is right in there,” the President said indicating that it was opposite of the door in the westwall, “if you like to get ready.” She knew what the President meant. “Well, I do need to go and potty, Mr. President,” Samantha said. Excusing herself she left to use the bathroom. While she was there she took her blouse off to remove her bra, pulling up her skirt she took her panties off, while she used the toilet. Putting on her blouse again she rejoined the President and her. I sensed that if I just barged straight in and tried to follow them that I'd be stopped by his friends so I bided my time and got myself another drink. By the time I'd sidled past the drunken group of men without them batting so much as an eyelid, about 10 minutes had passed by and I just hoped I hadn't missed anything.At first I couldn't find them and got a bit lost in the maze of corridors and stairs, but then I heard a stifled moan from the end of one of the corridors and headed towards it.