A footfall. Then Vincent feltsomething hard on the back of his head."The fuck is this shit?" said a deep, gruff voice, heavily accented,behind Vincent...Vincent thought he was going to pass out. But instead he managed towhisper, "wh- wh- what... what sh- sh- shi-shit?" Guitars? Fucking guitars?" said the voice. "Who the fuck are you? Youfuck!" The hard object was jabbed painfully into the back of Vincent'shead. He began to cry.Sobbing, he stammered, "Pluh.. pluh..please, sir. Please don't kill. Yes, he had given her his ok to do what she wanted with Sam, but was that only to please her? She couldn’t help but put herself in his position and try to picture him with someone else. She couldn’t imagine herself doing it. Sam’s fingers were pinching her hard nipples and massaging her firm breasts and it felt so good, but suddenly very wrong. She brought her hands up and lay them over Sam’s, then slowly pulled them from her breasts. Sam’s lips brushed her ear again. “What’s wrong, baby?” she. She kept talking, “That will be the difficult part. I had a good time with him. Not better than you but excitingly different. Just like you told me, he came pretty quickly so I kept him inside me and he was hard again real soon. He is so long I couldn’t get it all in. Will I stretch?”I nodded and said that pussies were amazingly adaptable.“He cums twice as much as you do but can’t get me off as easily. I want to become a really good slut for both of you. But how can I tell him? He’s pretty. The gun club would do a transfer to the Secret Service and invoicing tomorrow as required by the ATF.Tomorrow is to be my last day at the White House until after New Years, unless there was an emergency. The following day was Christmas Eve. There were Christmas parties at the office and at Morton Field that I wanted to attend.I hated to do it but I needed my Christmas order picked up from the jewelry store. I couldn’t just go with twenty bodyguards so I asked Ed to go and pick up the things for.