Her answer was straightforward, "I want to see you come in Megan." I couldn't believe my ears. "What?!?" I asked. "You heard me. I want to see you sho...t a load of cum in Megan's cunt. In my mind I know you've been fucking her but I want to actually see it with my own eyes as you ejaculate in her." Wow.She was really putting it on the line. Could I handle it and do what she asked? I had been a little hesitant about being too "in your face" with fucking Megan in front of her and I had made sure. She was fucking their daughters horse riding instructor but the funny thing was, he didn’t even care. She was always a prude in the bedroom and they never really sexually connected. Always on her back, lights off, silent and straight in the shower after he’d bolted his load into the jonny she’d make him wear-as if him so much as touching her in a sexual way had to be washed off. She used to turn him on but she’d changed – all she cared about was money and had become so self absorbed. If it. He started calling her his "white trash whore" and his "married little cheater" and she began to cry. He then threw her onto the floor, keeping the tie around her throat he tied her hands with it also and grabbing her perfect hair she had spent hours fixing to look good for him, he face fucked her. He made her choke on his cock, he face sucked he until he filled her mouth making her swallow, cum dribbled out. Then he pulled her up, slapped her, pinched her tits and pushed her back onto the bed. Don't let the pressure overwhelm you. I've been right where you are, and I can assure you that it passes." Helping him accept the enormity of the responsibility that goes with the nomination helped me accept that I really was President.What an odd experience.John Roberts interrupted and said, "Mr. President, you notify the Speaker of the House and Majority Leader of the Senate, and they schedule a hearing to discuss and vote on your nomination. Due to the extreme seriousness of the current.