..is it the inflatable one?" shequeries.I mumble a surprised gasp around the gag, how does she know what buttplugs I have?"Oh I know all about the dra...er....your PERSONAL drawing stuffed full ofbutt plugs.....is that something else you dream of......getting fucked!"To emphasize this she pushed the plug further in making me wriggle. SinceI am on my stomach she has to roll me slightly over to examine my lockedup cock."And a little pink chastity cage....how pathetic," she sneers making meshudder.I. I still don't know why I yelled it. I was so caught up in the moment and drunk and confused. I collapsed after coming. Feeling so much shame. I went to the bathroom and shit out whatever was inside of me. Shawn didn't mention what he said, and I was too embarrassed to bring it up.In the days that followed, he didn't watch any porn. He hardly even wanted blowjobs. I kept hinting to do it, but he wasn't biting. It eventually got to the point where I was begging to blow him while he jacked me off.. After that, the public pretty much DEMANDED Hawk Dryden find a job for me at Sixteen-Hundred Pennsylvania Avenue, and surprise, surprise, other sources leaked the news that the President was considering it. The leaks also stated that I would be a guest at Camp David, with extra medical support, until my health was deemed stable. By the time Kate and George accompanied me back to the Kirby's carriage house, everybody knew I was going to receive my greatest, and possibly last wish, to work for. "Pat's arm tightened around me, and she screamed, "Fuuuck."I felt her juices running down my fingers. I took my fingers out and felt her liquid follow me. My hand was a couple of inches away from Pat's pussy, her fluid still spraying my hand.Her arm was gripping me tightly, and her whole body vibrating, "Holy fuck Gary, what did you do to me, what the hell is happening to me?"I looked down at my hand, she had covered it with her cum, and on the bed was a large damp patch. Pat was still.