" Oh shit," Chris mumbled. "So what are we doing about it?" Nothing right now. Just monitoring the whole thing on our system of spy satellites. We hav...n't moved our DEFCON yet but all someone has to do something crazy and we'll be at DEFCON 4 before you can blink." Do you make the call?" Unfortunately yes. The Chair of the Joint Chiefs of Staff will call me and ask permission first. Oh Chris, how did I get all mixed up in all of this?" President Thompson died and you were his vice-president so. She was doing what she had to, to save herself and her husband from this vicious ruffian.‘Just keep telling yourself that,’ she thought to herself.His wife’s sudden compliance was not lost on Emilio. As much as he wanted to tear his eyes away from the tableaux in front of him he couldn’t. When his wife put her arms around the intruder, leaned into him and responded in kind to his kisses he sobbed. He had never felt so degraded but at the same time his cock was hard and throbbing inside his. ” A flirtatious smile and an outstretched hand shrouded in a white fingerless glove handed him a glass of wine, the flickering candles casting alluring shadows over captivating curves, the vision of wonder raising her glass in a smile, wearing nothing more than a sexy white Basque, white lace panties, stockings and suspenders and towering heels, flaunting her body like an underwear model posing for a photograph. The haunting dilemma of Ronnie Monroe cast aside in a heartbeat, his eyes. I know you really like black women.”“What? No. Well, yes, kind of, especially her, but not black women specially.”“But, I thought…when you were jerking off, the centerfold…”“I cycle through them. Take the top one off the pile and put it on the bottom when I’m done. It was the luck of the draw, sheer blind luck.”She giggled. “No harm, no foul.”When I went back into the dining room, Henry and Belle had disappeared with Felicity and Roger, and Dave grinned and said, “I see you like your women dark.