At 11:00 I was waiting in my office when Will Brucis stuck his head in the door and said, “Mister President, everyone is ready.”I stood up. “Tha...k you, Will. Now, watch me go out the door and trip over the door jamb on national television.”“Just try to do it gracefully, Mister President.”I went out the door and around the corner to exit the West Wing towards the Rose Garden. Thankfully, I didn’t trip going through the door. I walked over to the podium, where everybody was arrayed properly.. Fortunately birth control had been invented or I’d have a bunch of brats to deal with considering how many trillions of sperm have been dumped in me. Miles and miles of cock too, if you figure how many times and how many strokes multiplied by average cock length. I sometimes wish my pussy had an odometer so I could tell. Shit, I don’t even remember how many different cocks have tried out my parts, let alone how often. I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’ve enjoyed it and I’m still. Again, Misty complied.They instructed Misty to get in the back seat, and the bigger of the two men got in beside her. The Brunette got in under the wheel. The third of the 3 tormentors walked to a white Ford Van that was parked across the street. The brunette headed Misty's car down the street toward the south end of the city limits closely followed by the white van. In reality, they only went about 15 miles, but to Misty, it seemed like a hundred.The brunette pulled the car off the roadway. The sensations were too much for her. She started cumming, a long and instance orgasm.While still making the milk shoot up in the air, Robert started aiming where the milk would land. After a couple of missed shots, he arched a blast of milk onto Carole’s face, hitting her on the forehead. “Open your mouth,” he instructed Carole. After a couple more misses that landed on her face, he successfully arched a stream perfectly through the air and right in her mouth. Then he got another idea. .