A teasing smile plays on my lips, my eyes bright.''You know a girl doesn't like to be kept waiting,'' I speak in a soft purring tone. ''Yes about that... I....," he begins to explain. "Ah Ah Ah!" I silence him, never raising my voice but making it clear his interruption is not appreciated."Did I say you could speak?" raising an eyebrow as I look into his eyes.My fingers make busy loosening his tie, the sound of his silk tie rubbing against his shirt collar as I remove it somehow arousing, but. Liberties have been taken with names and details. You wanted to see me, Mr. Shaver? Pete asked, somehow managing to pull his gaze from my nakedness while the young Travis groped me. His eyes quickly shot back when I gasped slightly, a shiver going down straight from my breasts to my crotch as Travis rubbed his splayed palms in a circular motion over my tightened nipples. I watched him lick his lips, obviously becoming aroused at my exposure and humiliation. I hear youve been harassing my. On my tits in the store, are you, Master?”“Why do you keep insisting on trying to think ahead? We were talking about lies. I happened to mention that I wanted to test these babies out. Then I told you to expose your fun bags. Those were the three things that happened. It was YOU who asked if I was going to use these tools, as you called them, on your tits. It’s like you want me to or something.”“I don’t, Master. But...”“You put two and two together and decided you knew my plans. My plans don’t. ” He picked up his hat and coat, turned to me and said, “Mr. President. It is my honor to say this. I am proud to know that you are my President, Sir.” I walked him to the Portico where his driver and detail waited.When I returned to the Oval Office to sign those things that must be signed before I can exercise presidential power, I realized that I was home. This was my home.When I passed through here as John Gray, I lived at Camp David because the bombings that took the life of Charles.