" I want to go back to the couch," she humbly requested."Sure...but only if you promise to fuck the shit out of me."She did not disappoint. Sitting ba...k on the couch, I watched her naked form straddle across my lap. She paused a second to stoke my cock with her hand before feeding it inside her. Her back arched and she moaned with head back as she ground her hips on top of be in sharp and deliberate motions. I grabbed her hips to force the action deeper and harder. My face was pressed into her. Hi, Kevin. Am I interrupting anything?”“No,” said Kevin. “This is our normal Sunday routine.”“Would you like something to drink, Kris?”“Do you have any ice tea?”“I’ll go and get some,” said Kari. “Have a seat. I’ll be back shortly.”Keith got out of the chair that he was sitting on. “You can sit here, Mrs. Reynolds.”“Thank you, Keith,” said Kris as she sat down.Kari left the room and returned in a coupled of minutes with a pitcher and some glass. As she poured and passed out the drinks. Kari. Instead of covering herself or running, she turned to me and smiled coyly. I couldn’t have made a noise if I wanted, but she spoke to me and drew the words straight from my soul.“Well well. Did you enjoy the show?”“I… Yes.” I muttered. She laughed. Her laugh was light, like a breeze.“Spying is rude you know.”“Sorry. I come out here sometimes. I didn’t think anyone knew about this place.” She tilted her head to one side and came closer. The moonlight lit my portion of the shore very well now, so. The door was opened for me by a Homeland Security Agent assigned to my protection detail, and I was welcomed by my Chief of Staff, Honore Rapaport. She waved to everyone within the offices and marched us all into our large conference room, where I was surprised to find my boss, Secretary Kenneth Boatright. The Secretary had just arrived back from a firsthand examination of conditions in the tsunami affected areas. We hadn’t met until that moment, and he made a show of warmly bringing me onto to.