” Shelly Fortunato had paper clipped a note inside the folder giving the briefest of details, because nobody at the White House seemed to know what ...he crisis was. Her instincts were good. Inside the folder I found all the overnight updates from all over the world. Whatever crisis I was about to be handed would surely be covered somewhere within Shelly’s notes.My driver and bodyguards were accustomed to hauling me all over Washington, but we were rarely summoned to the White House before eight. I very much doubt even the world's greatest cum could put a smile on her face.I slipped into the canvas tent; the joyful noise washed over me like a heavy surf. There were maybe fifty or sixty people filling the tent, all standing up in a circle around the Reverend, who stood on a raised platform. He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. They clapped and jumped and shook like the Holy Spirit was upon them. Some babbled incoherently. I reckoned they were. He started to move to push it further.“Uncle please you are choking me,” I said trying to move but was given a succession of slaps for denying him. “bloody whore you can suck my friends and not me…..come on suck me bitch and I want you to drink every drop out of it,” He said and pushed my head firmly between his legs where his tool was hanging. I opened my lips and started to suck him this time when he pushed it to my throat I did not resist but continued to gag on that thick rod. Uncle sat on. ?When he rolled me back over I opened my mouth to protest but he onlytore off one final strip and slapped it painfully across my mouth.? He took his shirt off and sat down on the bedbeside me.? He reached over and began topainfully pinch and play with my nipples that grew hard while he touchedthem.? My eyes were wide as saucerslooking on in fear as he fondled and groped me.?He leaned down and spoke breathily into my ear, ?I?m gonna have funfucking you. You?re gonna work for the coke you??? He.