"The Nap Room," he called it. It was a small room, probably a closetoriginally; no furnishings except a lamp on a small dark wood bedtable,a rack for...his jacket and tie, and a _very comfortable_ couch. Awatercooler and a supply of paper cups stood next to the door. It wassomeplace for the President to take an hour or so to just rest his eyesand his mind. If he got the chance.He smiled as he took off his jacket and draped it over the rack. Heunknotted his red silk tie and set that on top of. Both girls weren’t sure if they were lesbians but enjoying fucking around with each other when they were together. Amber and Laura kept their little secret to themselves. They enjoyed their special time with each other until Laura got a boyfriend. This left Amber alone and wanting sex. She never was with a boy but did have eyes for her father. He recently lost his job and was spending all his time home looking for work. He did have problems with depression and usually would be drunk watching. But there is something most people don’t realize about that ‘curse’.What’s that?It’s only a curse if you either can’t, or won’t, deal with the changes and challenges. If you can and will, then it can turn out to be a blessing instead.Are you suggesting that Mr. Litski is one of the former group?Not at all. I think he’s just grumbling a little, that’s all. He’s pulled through stranger things before. I’m sure he’ll get through this relatively unscathed.Here come the crowds.Just give off a sense. “My God, look at the size of his tongue...” She pronounces it ‘tong’ rather than ‘tung’ - it’s very sexy and cute – and is clearly very excited about the idea of it working her pussy.The dog drops his head down between her thighs and begins to lap at her little slice of heaven – the second his tongue makes contact with her she spasms in shock and moans an “Oh God...”, bringing her hands up over her corset to her tits, squeezing them through the purple material. Slipping one hand between the cup.