Priyanka is watching my dick which is now at its peaks.Now Priyanka went to her room and closed the door.Though it’s our plan, we felt embarrassing....amya dressed up and went to Priyanka room.I left the place. They both talked for some time and after 20 mins I got a call from Ramya asking me to bring a condom.I didn’t know what has happened. I took a condom and ride to their flat in almost no time.I rang the bell and Ramya opened the door with no dress over.I thought Priyanka went out.I started. ‘Have you been working out?’ she asks lightly. I grin. Now who’s being lame? She is shameless, standing there gazing at me as I wash myself, looking me over, caressing my naked body with her eyes. She’s seen it before of course, more than a few times, but I’ve made some improvements since she last showed an interest. I turn my back on her, flex a few muscles as I’m soaping my arms, make sure she gets the full picture. Shyness has never been one of my failings. And it’s nice to be admired by. ”I thought that was an interesting take on the movers and shakers at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, when the general staff referred to them as “these people,”The main cafeteria - although it was not that large - was packed. Pizza was lined up on the tables from one end to the other. Very expensive gold decorated china and real silver utensils were stacked for people to use. These people were too high classed to use paper.There was an undercurrent in conversations. Everyone knew something big was going. ”I opened the door, and let what looked like the ugliest, withered old black man I’d ever seen push the cart with our food on it into the suite right up next to the foot of the bed. Old being the operative word in his case. His cornrow like kinky hair gave him a bent over look that made both Arthur, and I openly gawk.“Here’s your damn breakfast, lady,” he grouched, then mumbled loud enough under his breath so that we’d hear; “damn tourists can’t even get up to eat breakfast at a decent time.