Lisa humped her cunt to meet his thrusts. Slowly together they picked up their pace. She lifted her legs up around his body, her feet now behind his a...se, her upturned gash totally engulfing his prick. Her arms encircled his body and drew him down onto her chest. He was now wrapped in the cocoon of her mouth, breasts, arms, legs and cunt. Deeper, faster, harder, deeper, faster and harder they fucked each other. The slap of his balls, the squelch of her wet cunt sucking at his cock filled the. “Yes, Mr. President, I am willing.” He stammered, quelling his nervousness down his throat. He extended his right arm towards the desk, making a grab for the pen on the edge. He was prepared to sign his life away to Ford Motors, to go through thick and thin with the company, in good times and bad. Just as his fingers brushed the tip of the pen, his hand was stopped by a tender, but strong one- Sylvia's. “Mr. Thomas, an ink signature will not suffice.” The President responded as Greg looked at. “Are you in love with Charles here? Even a little?” Anne went for the jugular on that one, didn’t she?“Yes?” Lindsay awkwardly and tentatively confessed her true feelings for me.“So, you’re sweet on Charles ... and he’s sweet on Mrs. Cortez. Fascinating. Very intriguing indeed. Well, that settles it. A instead of B, Ms. Bevan. Your parents will be happy about that, won’t they?” Anne continued.“Not if they knew what for. Mrs. Fairfax, you are aware that I’m not allowed to date him, right? I’ve. ”“Really? I didn’t ... didn’t even consider getting you gifts ... because I wasn’t sure...”“Mavis, hush,” Annette said. “Arthur thought this up and Morgan and I participated. This is just a little gift from all of us to you.” I fished the flat box out of my back pocket, relieved to have it out from under my butt. It was just a box with her name written on it. We hadn’t wrapped it.Mavis insisted on giving us each a deep kiss before she opened the box. When she finally lifted the lid, she gasped.