I just laughed and never really thought about it much.After we were married a few months, when we made love my husband would ask me if I wondered wha... it would be like to have a strange man fuck me. I told him I didn't know and would probably never find out because I loved him and never wanted to cheat on him.But my husband would keep talking about watching me with another guy, (one with a giant black cock) as we made love. He kept telling me that I should wear short skirts, all the time and. Lunch was to be relatively simple, soup and salads and sandwiches, but all eaten on White House china. Over the years, some Presidents discounted the need to schmooze Congress, and they tended to be less successful. As I had told John McCain, I wanted to work them like a salesman working a customer. The fellows who were going to be at the luncheon wouldn’t be all that impressed, because they were senior people, and had all been there multiple times before. However, you get some first or second. With practiced ease, she slipped inside the car (no, she thought. Car was too simple a word for this one, something this beautiful had to be called a Porsche…) and took a moment to look around. Inside, it was a little tacky…the seats weren’t coated with leather, but with some sort of slick vinyl. Still, H-Dawg wouldn’t mind that, the car itself would be worth the money. He could use seats from another car. She noticed, with a measure of distaste, that the owner had replaced the standard gear. It was a formal pant, and it was easy to put her hand inside my zip and caught my hard dick and started to shake. I was in cloud 9 and was giving more pressure on her boobs.Slowly I lifted my head and told “Bahar nikaal (take it out)”, she took it out of my jockey and took out of the zip and started to stroke it harder. I slowly asked her “Mume Leyegi kya (will you take it in your mouth)” and i was in doubt whether she will accept and the time she told immediately MMMmm i was in 7th heaven. I.