"Does she owe you or something?"I shrugged. "Not at all. Liz is Good People; she gives of herself." Satisfied that the DuraFlame was well under way, I...stood and put in place the fireplace screen to insure that my little apartment did not become a direplace. "She likes to help folks, she has exceptional, uh, 'people skills' and - like I said - she's really smart." And really gorgeous."I gestured toward the love seat, where Drat, comfortably curled, was watching us warily. "Can I get you. I was starting to get vertigo from all the moving around.That news seemed to make everybody happy with the exception of whoever it was that wanted me dead.On the morning of my first work day, Kate carefully straightened my tie, and George pushed my chair right through the front doors of the White House, much to the pleasure of the news people, who obediently recorded every second of my arrival for the nine o'clock news cycle. Kate fussed over my coat and a fleece blanket thrown across my lap. George and Alice were typical suburbanites in their late forties and had one child, a 16 year old son, Billy. Billy was a tall, gangly boy with fairly short cropped blond hair. He was a reasonably typical teenage boy, active in sports and anxious to get his drivers license with all the freedom that entailed. Like all teenagers, I was certain that sex was also a major interest of his. I’d chuckled one time when I noticed that he got an obvious erection while he was helping Connie and me. I moaned, thrusting my hips up into her face, my cock in her throat as I swelled, my balls tensing. I screamed out as ropes of white hot cum shot into her throat. She pulled back a little, sucking the head of my cock, my cum blasting into her mouth, onto her tongue. She continued to probe my ass as she milked the cum from me. I was panting, my body glistening with sweat. She smiled, looking up at me, her lips wet with my cum.I pulled her back on top of me, her legs straddling mine. I placed my.