Needed to . . .” and his voice trailed off. I stared at him . . . the bulge still evident in his pants . . . although not as big. He gave a nervous ...augh.“Hey, I suppose you must walk in on this sort of thing all the time. . . just part of the job . . . eh?” What a nerd I must have seemed . . . just standing there with my mouth wide open. “Um . . .once or twice . . . but I've never seen a bald guy . . . I mean around your. Her behind was a nice shade of pink but I don’t think I had caused her any real pain. I think the humiliation was a stronger punishment than the spanking had been so far. But, my cock had a mind of it’s own. I slid my hand between her thighs and down toward her knees. My plan was to move her panties further down her legs. My fingers came into contact with her panties, the inside of her panties, the crotch of her panties, the mess in her panties. My fingers were welcomed with cool wet. .. on asking her where was roy ? she simply said " he's up stairs " so i thought he must be in the shower or something ?we drank our coffee's and helen said that if it suited me i was welcome to stay over if i wanted , i thought to myself you try and fucking stop me, with my mind still in overdrive as to what the weekend might hold ? i said that i had nothing planned but lets see how things pan out, not wanting to appear to keen as you never really know how things might turn out ?so by now i. Right now, spill it."He colored up just a bit and said, "We have a threat. It may be credible. It may be nothing, but my gut tells me it's real. For the last few weeks NSA has been gathering phone traffic between multiple parties, and the topic was killing you. We can't pin them down because they use a different phone every call. If we didn't have voice prints, we wouldn't even be able to tell you this much."Steve jumped in. "Mr. President, what we have pieced together points to something.