Colors were bright but "aristocratic" if there were such a thing. Chairs and sofas were dark leather, the paintings modern and the cabinets finished i... bleached oak. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in, further polluting the air.The crowd matched the décor. Cocktail dresses with. When I didn't do anything, he looked aggravated and said "Come on! I am doing you a favor here!' I don't like confrontation or being yelled out, so that made me very nervous. I finally opened my hand and wrapped it around his hard on. He finally leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh of triumph. I began moving my hand up and down, pumping it, wondering how I got into this situation. I felt his cock grow rock hard. Zoning out, I almost didn't notice the spaghetti strap getting. "Woah you got a C?!?" I said, shocked."Oh my god... My parents are just going to KILL me!" Tori said. "Do you think I could come over for some tutoring?"Now I thought nothing of this, as I've done some tutoring before and because I'm pretty smart, so of course I said sure."Thanks so much Luke!!"She gave me a peck on the check, which was rather unusual. I just blushed and said anytime. I got a few looks, but that's them. Why did she give me a peck on the cheek? The last time that happened was. "Madam Vice-President, uh, we have bad news," whispered the secretservice agent, "We just confirmed that President Hunt is dead of heartattack."Julianne's eyes opened in shock. Jason Hunt was a fit man who lookedtwenty years younger than his fifty-four years. Jason loved athletics.This was impossible."Oh my!" whispered Julianne, suddenly feeling very weak.After a two minute debriefing, Julianne excused the entourage from herprivate room on the plane. Julianne's head was spinning. Worse.