”“Fine. But, we will talk about this again. I want to fuck that cunt of yours.”My stepbrother pulled up his shorts and moved back to the front...seat. I also opened my door and fixed my hair and makeup. I wanted to make sure that I looked hot for Mr. Anderson. I also put a breath mint into my mouth so my mouth didn’t taste of cock.After a few minutes, we were at Mr. Anderson’s house. My stepbrother looked at me with a weird look.“I’ll pick you up in a few hours.”“Okay.”I was in a seducing. "But – before you begin that – get the Vice President's pastor moving to make next of kin notifications. As far as I am aware, his family is still at the residence. Get someone over there to help them deal with what's coming down on their shoulders. Beef up security at the Residence.People are naturally going to want to build a memorial outside the fence. If it seems like a good idea, move the Vice President's family to Blair House, and get their house staff moving over to take care of them.". I gave Peter's cock a loving bite, stood back up and adjusted my thong and skirt.Peter put his still stiff cock back in his pants and did up his fly.The lift stopped at the 9th floor. Peter reached over and pushed the 1st floor button just before the doors opened and a couple entered the lift and pushed the ground floor button.We got off at the 1st floor and proceeded to the restaurant.We were created at reception by a waitress who told us her name was Glenda before she showed us to table 8.. I had just finished my eye makeup (lots of blue eye shadow this morning, with thin tapers on the edges of my eyes) and was straightening my honey-blonde hair when he came in to relieve himself. “Good morning, Master,” I offered as he stood there peeing, holding his thick, flaccid Mulatto cock. His eyes were sleepy and blood shot and his black hair needed combing. “Good morning, babe.” “Would you like a bath, Sir?” “No hon, just get breakfast started when you’re done with your hair.” I was done.