The steel sign in front of the building read 1161. That was the right address. She pulled into the parking lot. It was 4:30 on a Saturday, so there we...e plenty of spots. She drove around as far to the back of the building as she could. It was strange. She was nervous, but not necessarily about the interview. She was more nervous that someone would see her or her car. She was nervous that someone would see her or her car and ask her about it. Then she would have to make up a lie on the spot. And. The Secret Service was prepared for an attack but not of the magnitude that hit us and it was quickly apparent that we were sitting ducks.My car seemed to be taking the worst of the fire with our motorcade circling around us to offer at least some additional protection. Automatic fire riddled the street as our attackers advanced against extremely disciplined Secret Service Agents. It was touch and go for what like seemed like hours but was only a few minutes.During a surprise lull in the. It was amusing. “I made these cookies for you and . . . are you living here alone?” I spoke loudly so as to get Kevin’s attention from the other room. This clearly bothered Cindy (as I learned her name was), but she had no choice but to introduce us when he stumbled into the foyer to say hi. From the looks of his beer-gut, he’d most likely just followed the scent of cookies, but his mouth dropped open and he practically began drooling on himself when he got a load of my feminine. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg.‘Turn around, put your hands on the wall.’He started at my shoulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow circles he scrubbed me clean.Reaching around me he washed my stomach gently. He reached my breasts and I felt my pussy getting tingle when he rubbed the washcloth across my.