I was somewhat sweet and innocent. He wasn't. He threw me on his single bed, and left the music on , on his playlist of dirty music. "Wh-what do you w...nt from me!" I screamed as it looked like he was about to smack me. He glared and grabbed my shirt and roughly took it off. I began to get a bit scared. He then said nothing and tore down my pants. "You want to fucking look at my body while I'm showering? You'll fucking get what you want. My way." he said angrily as he stripped me completely. I. Sarah herded them like a sheep dog and anytime she discovered a female staffer with a crush, they were moved out very quickly.Everyone who came to work at the White House came to work, not play.That was how things stood on the first official day of my campaign for President, as the official nominee.The Monday morning sun shined in around the curtains and woke me well before my usual six-thirty A.M. I couldn't wait to slide quietly out of bed, shower, and get ready to begin the campaign. We. Although it all may sound a bit sordid, it wasn't, it was in fact beautiful, very beautiful and as I slipped into bed behind my mother, I wondered if we'd ever find that level of pleasure again!Morning came all too soon and I tried to ignore it, but between them mum and Jill roused me and together we took our coffee and toast down into the garden in a kind of symbolic gesture, probably in my honour, they both wore a tee shirt and sexy little panties and treated me to some beautifully posed. His thoughts were dark as the two directors ran through the alphabetical list and got to him. ‘Robert Jabez!’ Resigned, he stood up, walked down the aisle, climbed the three permanent steps that fronted the stage and came to stand by the Godfather. ‘Jabez, you’ll be staying with Inga Gustafson.’ He looked at the just turned 19 year old girl with black hair and a black and silver choker visible over the white shirt collar of her school uniform walking toward him. There was murmuring on the.