Rachel read Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics.There was a mound of mail awaiting us, but nothing for me from the Law School. Of course, it wasn't the N...w Year yet. We put our stuff away, opened all the windows to air things out, and went to buy food supplies. When we returned, I let Rachel stow things and I sat down with the mail.I did a quick sort into trash and "open," then resorted the "open" into "P" and "R" (anything addressed to both of us went to "R"). As planned, I had the charge card. I searched for anyone else in the house but to my luck, still no one was home.I went to my MIL who was having her bath in the bathroom. She took more than usual time to have her bath. She came out did her routine work and went to kitchen to prepare some curry. I was waiting to drill her there itself. I came down the stairs and went and stood near the kitchen door. I told her sorry. She did not reply. I made her turn towards me forcefully. I pulled her saree pallu off.I slapped her back very. ”“What the hell does that matter?” McKinsey asks. “It’s none of their damn business.”“It is, because the people have a right to know,” the chief of staff argues. “Then there is the fact that terrorist are operating on American soil and able to get away with making broadcasts like they just did. And we can’t seem to stop them from doing it. The people are going to put blame on someone and since you’re the leader, it will be you.”The chief of staff stops to let it all sink in. David McKinsey is. As soon as her head touched the cushion she fell sound asleep.My moment had arrived and I wasn’t about to waste it so I sniffed the soles of her beautiful stocking clad feet and oh my was it good. My dick was as hard as a rock so I dropped my pants and placed it between her feet and started moving my hips back and forth, I then ran it along the sole of her foot before pulling out my handkerchief and wanking into it. Once I put my dick back and zipped up my pants I pulled out my smartphone and.