Talk about what?”Armis: “Yes, I’m Armis, and I want to give you some advice. You have just had a great personal shock. Your mother needs you now... You’re not prepared to be President at this point. I think you should resign and look after your personal issues.”Ellis: “But I’m ... I mean ... who would take over?”Armis was gobsmacked at this. He’d served in the House of Representatives prior to his elevation to the Vice Presidency! Didn’t he pay any attention to how the government worked?But she. Anyway, after I finish this letter I am going to stroke ‘king dick’ as you called him. I will think about our last fuck together before you rushed off to the airport with Danny. Do you remember it? Do you remember standing in front of me drying yourself after our shower and reaching for my cock and asking is ‘king dick’ finally done in! You slut, you! You knew ’he’ would get hard again didn’t you? I made you pay for it though didn’t I? Made you bend over and touch your toes so I could give. I figured I would just get to bed myself. I got naked and I climbed under my covers. I tried to close my eyes but my pussy was burning up it needed some action. I took my hands and I started to rub my thighs very lightly as John had done earlier that night with one thigh. My light rubbing of my fingers across and around my thighs felt good as it sent tingling feeling through my whole body. I slipped a finger up between my pussy lips. They parted as my finger slipped in my very wet pussy. My. ”“Why?? What did you do??”“I was going out to the hookah longue with my sister..and I dressed up a bit.. He came in my room, barged the door down, and saw me putting on my lipstick. He then brought out my hookah, and threw it on the bed. “Whore!!” he said”“Oh my God”, the turned on instructor said…“Yeah, then he pulled out a pack of cigarttes that I though I had thrown out well..and threw them on the bed, and then….he pulled out a didlo..and spit on it, right on my bed...I swear it wasn’t mine,.