My cunt tightened as I sank deeper and deeper into her twat. She moaned, her asscheeks clenching before me. I buried to the hilt in her. I had every i...ch of my cock inside of her, my balls resting against her shaved pussy lips.“Mr. President,” I moaned. “Oh, god, your wife is tight. How small is your cock?”“It’s tiny compared to your lady-dick,” he answered.“It is,” moaned the first lady. “Oh, Ms. Pearce, that dick is amazing. Fuck me with it. Pound me so hard. I want to cum on your dick.”“I. My weight on her thighs caused her to bend her back into an arc so that I was pushing almost straight down with my cock. I slid in farther, and she arched her back even more so that I was now practically lying on her breasts and penetrating her as far as my seven inches of length would reach.When my pubic bone contacted her clit, Connie cave out a moan of true pleasure that must have been heard outside out room because it was so loud. Neither she nor I cared how much noise she made because. The bedroom light came on, and as I watched, the mirror opened like a door; there stood Mark, my husband. He was smiling, and I was never so glad to see him as I was right then. A safe room with a one way mirror. Mark had watched the entire time.Robert had turned the light on and was laying there smiling too. It became obvious that this was a pre-planned conclusion to my first Saturday night at the mansion. Wow, I was feeling better now that I realized I had passed their test with flying. 76 meter, long blond hair, with curves that would make several top models jealous but at the same time it was a stern look that said no one had access here and it also said that here comes a person that doesn't want anyone to stand in her way. To her surprise a man that just entered the club was just doing that, and she shouldered him to the side as she strolled by with minimum regret. Looking towards the wardrobe she could see that the girl in wardrobe was sucking off the man with pure bliss.