Tell me what you want, what you need, Jake.”"Fuck!", Jake moaned. Somehow, Rob knew exactly how to set this off right, and Jake pleaded earnestly. "...uck me, Rob please. Bury your balls in my ass and leave a bucket or three of cum there. Pretty fucking please!!"Rob smirked to himself, and whispered back, “I thought you’d never ask.”In the next nanosecond, Rob locked his grip to Jake’s widespread hips, and shoved himself as far inward as the spit lube would allow him on first thrust, and in that. America deserved better, and I intended to see to it that we never had to repeat this particular exercise.That said, I knew Hawk would be a far better Vice President than Ken. He already knew most of what I knew about Ken's secret agenda, and that he was the implement of his own destruction. Knowing we ferreted it all out, and were two steps ahead of him the whole time, would act as a warning to those who came after, and Hawk Dryden was no fool. He wouldn't play a game with stakes that high.So. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still – hold me stable – while he fucks me. There’s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me. I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and knowing that the only reason I’m upright still is that he’s got a fistful of my hair.Eric walks to the other end of the bench. He pulls my head up and inserts the full,. ” I say. Then I slap her on the face shocking her.“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME YOU NE–” I then slap her again harder and then I grab her by her pony tail and then procededd to slap both of her cheeks hard constantly until she stopped talking, knowing her it took a while.“Are you done now” I say. She nods then I ripped off her clothes and pushed her to her knees. “Take out my dick” I commanded.She gave me a threatening look and I slapped her to correct that. She then unbuckle my pants and pulled.