“Would you let me fuck Tanya while she ate your pussy,” I continued. “Hear her scream into your cunt, feel her biting your clit hard, see my coc... slide from her cunt, her lips stretching around my shaft, pulling me back in,” I whispered.“Oh God yes I would,” she groaned deeply, her body twitching as a small orgasm passed quickly through her crotch. “I would suck her clit,” her voice trailed off, her fingers lightly touching her lips. Her body shook slowly, her mind picturing her desires. She. On the left side of the room was four shampoo bowls. Still on the left side was a changing room. I walked into the changing room. I noticed there were mirrors on all of the walls and a large couch.Brad asked me, “Do you want to go back in and watch the football games while we get started?”“I guess so I don’t want to watch you cut her hair that would be a real bore, when I have football on.”I went back inside and turned the TV on and grabbed a beer. I decide to go back to Brad’s office to take a. "I didn't drive myself and, honestly, I didn't think I'd need to show any ID. I mean, I am the president." Yes, sir, I know who you are. But I'm afraid that, federal banking regulations being what they are, I'll need to see a photo ID."Obama sighs in consternation."But just ask anyone at the bank," he says."They all know who I am. Everybody knows who I am." I'm sorry, Mr. President, but rules are rules." Please, there must be something you can do. I need to cash this check so I can buy Michelle. I feel my panties being pulled down. This is so wrong but I don't move to stop her. Her hand falls hard on my bare bottom - slap, slap - first one cheek then the other. It stings but feels nice once the pain ebbs away. A hand is between my thighs. Sliding slowly upward toward my pussy. I've had a few boys feel me up under my skirt but their hands didn't feel so soft. They didn't feel so sensual but so determined - like she knows she's in control. This is supposed to be a punishment.Miss.