" Exactly," Carla said as she finished peeling the top back on the plastic container. Sliding a straight chair over, "Raise the back of the bed up som..., please," she told her mate. "We need her in a sitting position."Fred started to respond negatively, remembering that the doctor said they would put a tube down Pamela/Brenda's throat today and start force-feeding, but at the last second, he looked at Carla. Shrugging mentally, he pressed the button to bring the young woman into a near sitting. “The daughter was gone by the time our people got to the apartment. Lightfoot must have taken her with him. We think he was tipped off.”“By whom?” Lucas demanded.“We’re working on it. Should know before the end of the day.”Clive Barrett nodded in agreement.Lucas picked up the phone. “Marcie, I need to see the President.” He waited, then nodded. Hanging up, he stood. “Let’s go.”President Joseph Richards, sitting at his desk, handed a folder to his secretary as they entered. She left the Oval. He was repeatedly slamming Barry’s tonsils over and over for 20 non-stop minutes. Jenna and I tried to keep from laughing but just couldn’t. The second guy shot his load down Barry’s throat; it must have been about a gallon of cum because Barry had to swallow several times. The third guy took over and did the same thing…gagging Barry numerous times with deep throat action. The fourth guy jumped in and set his balls in Barry’s mouth. Barry sucked his sack clean. The fifth guy. I'm sure that there was still some love for me, or we would not be having sex so often, but that intimacy was now gone for me, circling the drain just like our marriage. God I'm so glad that we never had children. If we had I might have stayed for their sake, but then too they may not have even been mine, who knows.I made my excuses and made a point to take my pill in front of Janice before going down the other hall to the spare room. I undressed and lay on my stomach and cried into the pillow..