“Thanks.” Still on his knees, he held out his hand.“I’m Zane Hale,” he said.Steele leaned forward and took Zane’s hand. “Titus Steele.�...“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Steele.” Zane got up off his knees. “I guess I should go down to the business coach. They have drop-down desks there, but the view is better up here.”Steele nodded. “True, but it’s going to be dark soon. I don’t know where you’d find the best light, but it’s more comfortable up here.”As Zane sat back down in his seat one of the papers. He had been gentle at first, but before long, she had been begging him to pound her like the slut she felt she was. Just thinking about that big cock made her pussy start leaking like a faucet and she whimpered even more wishing he was home. "I need to be fucked so badly." She cried in frustration as her fingers dug at her hot slit. Her pussy was coated in her juices and when she brushed her finger lightly against her clit, she moaned with need. "I need a hard cock." She whimpered raising her. "Anna, please call General Allen and Stew Butterfield and have them get over here as soon as possible. Thank you. And could you have some fresh coffee sent up? Thanks."She then turned to the people who had gathered in the Oval Office."Ross Forbes from the C.I.A. just called a couple of minutes ago. He said that they have received unconfirmed reports about hostilities breaking out in several of the Central Asian republics of the former Soviet Union. He says that they appear to be related to the. ‘I’ve been dressed like this all day,’ she told me.’And I’ve been so excited with what I’m going to do to you today that I’ve wanked myself six times in these knickers!’ My cock twitched. ‘What I’m going to do now is get you so aroused that when you cum for me it’ll be the most explosive cum you’ve ever had. And that’s saying something,’ she added. She proceed to lift up her gymslip and removed her knickers. Walking over to me she said, ‘Can you smell my sex on these lovely knickers, darling?’.