I layed her feet back down in my lap and she began slowly flondling my cock with her soft black nylon covered feet. I was guessing from the way she ex...ertly handled my cock with her feet she must have given dad many footjobs. She continued masterfully working my cock and just as I thought I was going to cum she would change tactics easing the urge to cum. and then she would get me almost there and do it again. I was going nuts.I may have lied about ever getting a footjob but this was unlike. She smiled as she watched me grow to attention and as she rubbedher hands gently between her legs and I could see her nipples growbeneath the spandex top.She reached out and touched me, just lightly, just a little on my softunderside and I quivered helplessly almost ready to explode but then itwas over and she was just standing there, a grin, no this time it wasdefinitely a smirk, on her face. "Follow me," she flatly said and walkedtowards the kitchen. Without even a thought as to what I was. The acting President turned to the man who would be her Secretary of State. "Ted, I want messages sent out to our allies in the Gulf region, requesting landing rights at their air fields and the right to use their bases and ports for our other forces. Tell them that we will give them whatever assistance they require to combat the Iranian forces, but that in order to do that, we need their cooperation. Also contact the Russians on the Hotline, explain to them what we are doing, that we are going. Finally she decided it was something she wanted to experience again,it was something she needed,she became resolved to go to the Monastery and take what was coming to her.So on that cold January day she stood outside the Monastery gates and decided she was brave enough to go over the old Monk's knee again. Celine walked through the gates of the Monastery and walked up the long, winding pathway to the Monastery main building.She noticed the sign pointing right which read "SCHOOL" ,she followed.