Am I understood, young lady?Jenny: (SIGH) Yes, ma'am. (curtsey) I understand.Olivia: Good girl. and make sure you hold out your dress nice and widewhe... you curtsey.Jenny: Yes, ma'am. (holding my dress out wider as I curtsey)Olivia: That's better. Now, that will be all, Jennifer. You may go now.Jenny: Thank you. (curtsey)I went back downstairs to continue my chores. When I finished in thekitchen, I started work in the living room. I vacuumed the carpet, dustedthe furniture, and carefully cleaned. Just touching, talking, laughing, being together. I was soaking her up like a sponge absorbs water. I remember her soft white head on my shoulder as I stroked her, sensual fingers tracing up and down my stiff penis, and utter rapture.That’s what love is to me; that feeling of total contentment, bliss just by being together. I kissed her mouth, long and soft. The lightest contact of our lips, our tongues barely meeting.She slid her thin body on top of me, and pushed herself down on my cock. I. I wish people would not assume he was dead. We need a little positive karma here."I need Secretary Stanton, unless he is asleep, in that case, get me Secretary Dryden instead."It happened like magic. Ken came from where ever he was and Dryden came on the monitor. "I know you know the latest on Diane, Shirley, and Casey. Better have a clergyman present at the White House to break the news to Charles when you find him. Find his pastor and get him on site. Use one of the DHS buses to keep him. Jenny lifted the cane the sixth time and got the loudest shriek so far, Jenny’s head was raised for longer, her breasts flashed for longer, and Jenny’s first tears wet her face indicating her submission. There was the usual gap after the sixth stroke and whilst Jenny’s breathing was deep and laboured and there was the slightest of sobs, Mrs. Collinson stepped forward. “As I’m here would you mind if I administered the next six strokes,” holding out her hand as though there could be no objection..