We need allchannels set to." They rambled off a dozen different statements atonce. I slipped past them into the lobby, wondering why they calledPresid...nt Bush something else. The metal detector stood where it alwaysdid. I showed my ID to one of the guards. She stood rather tall, herblack face contorted into a serious frown. "So Dave, how are you?" Iasked the guard I'd seen since I joined my department. There was nomistaking the scar on the left cheek. "It's Akanisha now, ma'am." Sheresponded. My clit throbbed. My pleasure swelled. I let it crash through me. I didn't fight my bliss. Her paw rubbed my cunt, prolonging the rushing ecstasy flowing through my body. I trembled, clutching her tit to stay up right as her fur teased my labia.“Let your passion flow out of you, concubine.”I did. It gushed out of me. My mouth popped off her nipple. I swayed as my orgasm reached its peak. Her paws held me, lowering me to the floor. I thrashed on the cool, blue tiles, my toes curling as the bliss. Her cheeks puffed in and out. Jackson felt his hips and upper thighs lift up off the ground as the bubble inflated. The soft membrane rolled down his thighs as Bab blew it bigger.She switched position, this time leaning forward until her upper body was folded over his. She grabbed his upper arms and leaned back, pulling his torso and head up off the ground with her. He felt the advancing bubble membrane creep across his belly. Beneath him it continued to swell--forming a cushion for first his. Other than one moment about a minute in where she glanced over at me, this guy seemed to be doing a good job of keeping her attention. She played with her long, blond hair and occasionally gave him a playful slap on the arm, along with many of the other tell-tale signs of female flirting. In fact, she talked to him for over an hour. I just watched a basketball game in the meantime. Eventually, she came over and sat down next to me. Confused, I asked her, What happened to that guy? She.