Ruth felt more happy, she was really turning on her husband as well as Clair, the woman’s groans and the clawing of her fingers into her hair told h...r that much as did the clenching of her muscles in her thighs and pussy.“Oh yes!” Clair said loudly as she partly sat up and looked down at Ruth’s head between her legs, her mouth sucking and kissing her pussy like no man had ever done. It seemed it was true, women really did know what women wanted! Moreover, Clair realised what she had been. I reached there an hour before the train left. Waiting for her to come, I had never felt time going by so slow. 30 minutes and a cup of coffee later, my eyes found the person it was craving to see. There she was, in her beautiful persona. A white tee and denim, how could someone dress so simple yet look so beautiful?As we met, she hugged me tightly! I could smell the beautiful fragrance of my friend’s hair as she squeezed me like never before. It was different. I could sense it. It had more. !"Finally, the door to the Oval Office opened, and out ran an aide - an ex-aide by the look of it - sniffling and red in the face, clearly holding back tears.Senator Cruz heard some laughter coming from his left. There sat President Trump's personal secretary, a young, beautiful woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She was smiling widely and recrossing her legs from behind her desk. She clearly enjoyed watching the aide's anguish as he had strode past."Missy, baby, who's next on my. ”She did sway her hips as she slowly peeled off her shirt. She turned around and bent over as she pushed her shorts down. She shook her ass at him before stepping out of them. Zero to sixty.“Hm.”“What?” she asked as she turned around and reached back to undo her bra.“No, leave that on.”“Okay.”“Do what you do, but when I tell you I’m ready, no more teasing, no more torture.”“Tonight’s your night.”John turned around. In a moment he felt her arms coming up under his as she pressed herself against.