But now, just thinking about being used isnt enough. She didnt know if she could really go through with finding a man and letting him do things to her...but deep down she really knew this needed to happen. She decided to go online and make a profile on a well known BDSM site where she could look for an older Daddy Dom. She talked to quite a few men and met a couple of them but only got as far as giving them head in an empty parking lot. She loved the experience of giving a complete stranger a. “Very, good, sir. So, Secretary Cheney, do you have anything to add to that?”Cheney was working his jaw, but simply said, “No, sir.”“Thank you.” I looked back at Powell. “You have my orders. Any questions?”“None. I will probably modify a few items based on intelligence, but I understand your intent.”“Good enough.” I turned back to the table and looked up and down. “Okay, now for the fun part. Yesterday was the biggest intelligence failure this country has seen since the Japanese bombed Pearl. As the night wore on I was aware of the fact that Roseanna was drinking quite a lot, I didn’t want her to get drunk as I wanted her to enjoy everything that was coming her way, namely me, she was sitting staring at me with the fox and rabbit syndrome that if you have read any of my other stories you will have come to recognise, she had taken off her shoes and from time to time would slide her stocking clad foot up my trouser leg and even though we both knew that I was going to fuck her even. There was a small woman, dressed in pants and a blouse, sitting in the shadowy light on the couch. Short dark hair. Pretty face. I stood several feet away towering over her as she stared at my presence. My exhibitionistic fantasies kicked in. I dropped my cargo shorts and stepped out of them. I am tall and athletic. I pulled down my black briefs and started masturbating. I was HUGE. Her eyes wandered over my body to my hard cock. Her mouth opened for air. Her gaze lingered there for a moment.