"Do I really need a new tux?" I asked."Michael! It's a state dinner! At the White House, for god's sake. It's mandatory white tie," Nicky said exasper...tedly. "The tailor is downstairs now, fitting David. C'mon!" she added as she began tugging on my arm, pulling me towards the parlor.When I reached the door, I just stopped and stared. The parlor had been turned into a combination fitting room/seamstress shop with a dozen strangers all running around with scissors and bolts of cloth, or sitting. It's now six ten. What say we wait five minutes and see if it will be us two or us three making the trip to the back room?"Walt grinned and nodded, "Fantastic. So let's see how persuasive you were."They watched the door as it opened each time; but none of the arrivals was Sally. The clock flipped to six fifteen and Anne had about decided that Sally wouldn't be there when the door opened and Sally came in. She looked around and saw Anne and Walt in the booth. She moved slowly over and sat down. " See what I mean? Now, cut the girl some slack, okay?" I urged him."Deal," he grinned, understanding now what I had in mind ... Monica was going to focus on us for this night, at least until we left.Monica then began spending almost all of her time with us, even taking bites of our food, not that we complained. She also showed a distinct interest in doing her best to get some signs of life from Nicky, and she finally managed, mostly by waving her tits increasingly in his face. He was only. A split second after the plea left my lips, Prince jerked forward. And an instant after that, he was furiously pounding me, forcing his shaft in and out of me with ever-increasing force and speed. Faster! I begged. Though he was already pounding the living shit out of me, he somehow increased the speed of this thrusts. Before long a powerful orgasm was growing within me. Im gonna cum! I announced. I no longer bothered to keep my voice down, knowing my fantasy would end as soon as my orgasm did..