Chai piyenge, Suhasini.” It was the first time he called me by name. I giggled and walked to the kitchen. My ass moved in a special pace. I tied my ...etticoat lower than usual, revealing the mole on the back of my hips. As I was preparing, I tied the saree a little up, and let some of my tummy naked. I knew now, that Adi was looking at my ass.He came from behind and pressed my boobs. As I told you, I was horny. I lifted my hands above my head and held on to his head. His hands kept squeezing my. “Who is that news lady, anyway?” I thought aloud, though too late to ask Jake Tapper, as he had already left for his assignment.“Hell if I know. I could have banged her years ago. Who knows. Maybe I did. She looks like a fucking model,” I heard from behind me, from none other than the President himself ... Donald J. Trump.“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in ... So, Mr. President, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened to you!” I chuckled at The Donald, who was in full. Dorothy called ahead and when they pulled up Jen's driveway, Jen was there with open arms, ready to volumnously greet her older sister. "Jen, this is Gregg, the frame man I told you about." she said, hugging Jen. "Gregg? This is my sister, Jen." Gregg put on his best show of charm, appearing stunned and extremely interested in Jen. "Are you trying to fix me up, Dot?" Jen whispered in her sister's ear, giggling as they walked up to the house. Gregg and Jen went in a separate room together to. I hadn't known too much of my father, because he left my mother and I when I was 3 to pursue his dreams in L.A. and Hollywood. Having not received a birthday card or even a call in over ten years, I wasn't exactly excited about the idea of inheriting a business. I had just graduated college with a degree in English and was looking forward to finding a job as either a columnist or a teacher or something to that effect.My mother died right after I graduated high school, so I had been on my own.