The day after the election, she flew back to do as promised. Unknown to the Speaker Gabrielle sat in the coach section and not in first class. Being j...st a sprite of a woman, the person next to her was small too so they didn't bother each other."Gaby, good going, baby," Chris met her after she cleared Reagan Airport. He leaned down and hugged her following with a nice soft kiss."It was a lot closer than I thought," she said, allowing herself to be led to an awaiting car driven by one of her. "I-I would never w-wash it off without your say-so!" I think she's telling the truth," said one of the other boys. "I can't anything, but she smells of dried jizz!" Th-thank you!" I replied, falling to my knees in supplication, grateful that he had validated me. My reward? This unknown boy stepped forward, pulled down his pants, gripped my hair in both hands, snd began fucking my terrified mouth. He knelt on the floor, continuing to degrade me, using my mouth as though it were a twat,. She was very conscious about her status and the fact that I had to follow her instructions. I did not mind at first, as long as it was in the best interest of my client.What made a stronger impression on me was that she had a beautiful face, deep blue eyes and sensuous lips. I could not see her body, as she was mostly sitting behind her desk. At the second consultation she really became bitchy about small detail, but I swallowed my pride and kept a straight face, being the professional I am. (Pretty stupid, but then again, so were most of Henry's tales.) But as the sex scene was driving to a climax (Henry couldn't help chuckle to himself while thinking about that), he couldn't decide how to end the tale. Of course, the guy Fred would just leave the ladies to stew in their own sexual juices, but the exact words eluded his mind. Henry was under a major deadline to finish this story in only three days. This was about the worst possible time for him to develop writers' block. His body.