In the seven months you've been president, you have had way more than your share of THOSE days.The presidency was beginning to take its toll on you. A...though you look younger than most 53 year old men you know, you have noticed the beginnings of wrinkles on your face to go along with the new grey hairs that are sprouting all over your head.You sit back down behind your antique desk (the one used by Roosevelt, and Kennedy and Reagan) and smile to yourself. The job may be stressful, but some of. Susan’s voice grew faint and she got this dreamy look in her eyes. After a few moments she seemed to remember I was present. Her voice returned to normal and she told me that all her dad would have to do was to tell her to do her homework (or anything at all) and she would immediately comply. I wondered if Susan would act saner if she were spanked regularly. Regular discipline might the path to getting her mind to deal with the world in a more rational manner. Oh well, first let me fix the. I pushed her up against the dryer, more roughly than I had meant to. She pulled her skirt up for me. I was right, no panties at all and she was already dripping. I realized that it had been her plan all along, but that was okay with me. With her bent over the dryer, I shoved my cock into her slick slit. She let out a shriek and then a low moan. I put my hand on the back of her neck, forcing myself deeper as I thrust up into her warm wetness. I wanted to make it last, but then I heard the garage. In no time at all she was undressed and in the tub taking her hot bubble bath. Little candles were lit to set the mood. Back then we could smoke in our rooms. I opened up the sliding patio doors and poured her a large cold glass of champagne with two shots of tequila in it. Patron tequila is great stuff, no bad taste and it went down smoothly, a bit expensive but well worth it. Best part was it didn't have that tequila smell. Three glasses later in less than an hour and she started talking.