I'll keep you informed."After hanging up the telephone, Kathleen Lehrer explained the circumstances to the others assembled in the Situation Room. Onc... she had finished, she said, "I think it is time we go up and meet the media. We have been putting them off long enough, and there are probably rumors spreading around faster than I want to dare think about."Fred Valentine called the Secret Service to let them know what she was doing and then called the White House Press Office and told them to. I knew she hadn't gotten any since her college professor boyfriend, Ronnie, had left for a sabbatical to Egypt. I once caught her rubbing herself on the desk when I came back early from lunch. We never mentioned it to each other.I knew she was mortified.I asked Veronica to come with me to Slick Willie's place. He had a pool hall/bar/juke box dance room place just below 23rd Street. His clientele were a mixed breed of whores, pimps, con artists, gamblers, and hustlers. It used to be a pretty. Lowering me to the floor he fucked me doggy style, ramming into me so hard I cried out with each forward stroke of his dick. Hearing me, an older man walked to the center of the room and began glancing our way. Soon my gaze was locked with his as he glanced nervously around, not knowing if I was being raped or we were just lovers. My black lover whispered to me, “motion for him to come here’, “no, I cried, please don’t make me”, “do it, I said”, was his only reply as he began hammering me even. "I stand up and gently glide my fingertips up the back of her thighs and over her ass appreciating the small welt that is already starting to form from when I bit her earlier. I position my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slide it up and down her slit before slowly pushing it in as deep as I can while we both moan in pleasure. I flex my cock causing it to twitch inside her and then begin long slow strokes in and out. She is so fucking tight and wet that I can barely hold back. The feeling.