The Vice President seemed taken aback to be greeted with so much formality, but quickly recovered, reached to shake my hand, and did so, saying, "Mr. ...resident, where did you find such a composed and polite young lady? Surely you paid an enormous price to buy her from the daughter store, right?" They traded quips all the way to the front entrance of the White House, and I noticed that the metal detectors were nowhere in sight as we walked in. That concerned me, but Hawk anticipated my reaction,. Porn. Perfect! Hubby was behind the bar making drinks. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer-briefs. We sat at the bar for a bit and had a few drinks to loosen up. We made small chit chat about the weather, sports, and of course sex. After a bit the wife disappeared upstairs for a minute. When she came back downstairs she had some towels, a vibrator, massage oils, and some candles. Hubby brought out a mattress from the spare bed room and put it on the floor in front of the electric. I didn’t think that just because a man had a lot of money he needed a wife, I thought that he needed more than that, and that a wife wasn’t necessarily the answer. Perhaps it was just a result of Mrs Bennet’s narrow world view. By the time the attendant came round to take my choices from the lunch menu, I was well into the book and I had my favourites amongst the characters. I decided that if ever I was to act in a version of it, I’d want to be Mr. Bingham, and the character I’d least like Cal. Everyone mingled, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies through their clothes. I lost my top along with Laura and one or two girls were soon down to their bra and panties. We were smoochy and generally a little boozy and turned on, when the bell rang. This created a real stir and air of excitement among the girls as I dashed off to let him in. I opened the door and Tommy’s eyes went straight from my face to my bra. “Wow! Danny, you weren’t kidding!” I gave Tommy a big hug and showed him.