TNT was showing clips of my speeches, along with commentary from some people who claimed to be 'intimates' of the President.I could have told the folk... at TNT that I'd never spoken to any of them in my life.ABC was sticking to the videos of the speech and the shooting, with shots of Marine One (by then no longer Marine One because Hawk was President), arriving at Bethesda with my dead body.Even though I knew I never earned it, and even though I knew it was a temporary job, watching video of. As we were eating breakfast and deciding what to do that day, Sarah walked in wearing just an old dress shirt I had given her years ago. She liked wearing them to sleep in and said mine were just the right size. She had on a pale blue one that looked a hell of a lot better on her than it ever did on me.She stopped to look out the sliding doors and, as she did, the morning sun shone through her shirt and I swear I could see a faint glimpse of her pussy lips between her legs as she leaned against. “You are going to get a good spanking mister, I’ve had it with you. Then, you and I are going to have a long talk tomorrow.” Scott shrunk into himself. He was a huge man, well over six feet, red hair, pasty white complexion, but big. It was odd seeing such a big man draw up into himself like a tiny dog when he thinks he going to get kicked. “What’s the matter with you boy, are you just dumb?” “I’m sorry Mr. Price, I’ll try harder.” “Get your pants down and get over my knee,” Mr. Price said,. Around a quarter to five, the urge to do something finally takes over and I decide to see if ‘the coast is clear’.I push my chair back and get up. As I do so, I feel my heart rate start to rise. Slowly but surely I hear the beats getting ever stronger and louder. My cock twitches in sync with every other beat or so, straining harder against my pants with each passing moment. Even though my body was signalling that it is more than ready to fuck, a feeling of uncertainness still momentarily.