Every one of them works for certain governments. I think whoever made these is new. You have any idea?" Give that man a cigar. I'm pretty sure I know ...ho it is. Here is his file." Jonathan Abraham, He works for MelaCorp. Why do you think it is him?" I hate grunts. Read the damn file. A couple of years ago, he filed a lawsuit against the German government. He said they destroyed his labs and took all of his work. He was working on rifle-propelled miniature-grenades. I think this is what he was. "Genna, no calls - no _nothing_ for the next two hours." Yes, Mr. President." Staff was used to such requests. They came on aweekly basis, more often, sometimes.He stood up and walked over to a small door set in the south wall of theOval Office, barely noticeable next to a bookcase and half-hidden by acurtain. He opened the door and walked through, carefully closing itbehind him. He turned the small knob that locked it."The Nap Room," he called it. It was a small room, probably a. She took her time kissing, sucking, and licking everything she could see in front of her. He had a look of extreme pleasure on his face. A look I had seen many times before. I heard her ask him if he would eat her pussy for her, to make it wetter, so he would get a really great fuck from her. He was anxious to have a lick at her smooth, fresh-shaved, little pussy. She laid back, opening her legs, and pulling her knees up as high as she could so he would have good access to her twat. He, as most. "It's ok," she said reassuringly. "I know how you get when you're nervousabout how much you like something kinky."I laughed, and my chest jiggled, which made her laugh as well."I am not sure how I would feel about it if I liked this more than you,"I said."It's not a contest," Marissa replied, and snuggled in against mybreasts. I held her tight, and our legs intertwined. She was relaxed andcomfortable as i pulled the blanket up over us.Outside, the winter wind howled, but inside was a coziness.