Three days after the trip, Jignesh came to me and told me he knew how I have been fucking Vaishali every day. I told him to mind his own business and ...orget about everything else. I could sense he wanted something out of it, and he shamelessly said, “Sir, if you allow, even I want to fuck Vaishali, just once. Please, I promise I won’t tell anything to anyone.”I knew what was going and I casually said, “Let me think”. That afternoon I observed Jignesh ogling at Vaishali’s boobs like a hungry. First though I pull him towards me so that his cock is right in my face. He slaps my cheek with it a couple of times before grabbing the back of my head and driving his dick deep in my mouth. I gasp at the surprise of it, but am even more turned on, as his fingers finally roam down to play lightly with my dripping clit. I’m taking as much of his huge hoard cock into my mouth as I can, with my fingers are wrapped tightly around the base of it, when he slides his finger deep inside of me and. My desk and the table I had asked to be placed in the Oval Office were stacked neatly with the documents for my scheduled meetings so I could be prepared for them.Every time one of them came in, they had fresh hot coffee for me.One of the unscheduled meetings was with Adam Pierce. He had an outline done for the State of the Union speech (SOTU) and wanted to quickly go over it; if it suited me, he would fill in the dialog with the normal gibberish.The other meeting that popped up was with the. I felt so much guilt for cheating, so much anger at myself, such a huge desire to prove Darius wrong and not go black, that the counseling would help prevent me from relapsing with Darius. The counseling sessions weren't horrible. Jeff hated every minute of them. But they actually helped me voice some inner desires. I wanted us to be closer, do things together, maybe even exercise together. I wanted romance and steamy sex. The only anger in the counseling session was me with myself. They worked.