Do it. Do it, Rahul.Her hand pulled at my cock, wanting it in her.My finger was making circles around her pussy, finding it wetter, more ready to fina... action. I raised my head to see her face.I slid up alongside her and kissed her mouth, her tongue immediately met mine, while I gently parted her pussy lips and inserted my finger into the wet pussy. Her fingers closed around my erection and her touch made my dick hard.She broke our kiss to ask, Do you like my touch?I told her it was good and. Grabbing the sides of her skirt, she dipped slightly and curtsied. “Welcome to Belle Ayre, sir.”John Andrews had about as much experience with servants as he did with the back side of the moon. “Uh, hello. Uh, thank you. Can I help you with that?”“Oh, no sir, that wouldn’t be right. I’m almost done anyway, Mr. Andrews.”“You know my name?”“Oh, yes sir. Mrs. Jenson told me to take care of things.” The girl curtsied a second time. “I’m Jeanine, sir, the maid. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank. I let the halter cover mybelly button, where my piercing was still bandaged over. I put on theblazer and heels, and loaded my Coach bag up with my new lipstick, mywristlet, keys, phone, and other essentials. I noticed for the firsttime that my key ring had an Audi key fob on it. The memory of leasingmy A4 sport came rushing back, and I suddenly knew it was parked in thegarage downstairs. A fucking Audi? I hit the jackpot as Ashleigh forsure.By now it was 9pm. I took a look in the mirror before. The question running through my mind is whether I should do this. The President just asked me to schedule a press conference and make an announcement. That's nothing new. That's why I'm his press spokesman.What was new was the fact that he wants to me say that he was going to apologize and resign.I've worked with this guy since he was a Senator. Such a speech was about as far out of character as he could get. Then I saw a glint in his eye. Of course. I should have known. "Yes, Mr. President. I.