“Yes, little girl. You know you are liking this. I can feel your pussy starting to get tighter. You like it. You may as well stop the fight, we both...know it’s not genuine.” I watched the anger spread across her face as she started her fight again. He kept fingering her. He pushed another fingers in her to join the first. He was pushing them in and out of her pussy quickly, every once in a while pushing them deep inside and wiggling them. Her hips would involuntarily raise against the. I pressed her against the stall door and lifted her dress and caressed her clitoris and played with it till she came, all over my fingers, then I slid three up her tight twenty year old cunt wet and hot. We quickly returned to our table to continue our next course, of food and drink. Once more between courses I took her back to the men’s toilet and this time in the stall made her kneel down in the floor and she sucked my cock with her red lips and soft mouth till I shot my spunk up into her. Tom had to admit, this was Mandy's best performance yet. He raised his knees so Mandy could have access to his anus and she responded by cleaning up just like she had done the previous night. The next hour was the happiest of Mandy's life as Tom consulted her about how he could turn Peter into a sissy. He showed her the photographs and she immediately understood that Sissy had probably already received some advice. She felt pangs of jealousy as she knew she would not have Tom exclusively to. Protecting herself from Representatives and Senators shouldn’t even be an issue for her. The American public should be fighting for her Presidency. If they don’t, they’ll get what they ultimately deserve, which in this case would be a much less effective leader.”“That’s kind of what I’m thinking. If the citizens of the United States care so little about who occupies the White House, why should Gwen expend so much energy and effort for them? She doesn’t need to fight for the office. She’ll be.