The aide looks over his shoulder to see the agent leave and smiles. The aide walks briskly through the near empty halls. As he nears the Oval Office t...e halls begin to swell with more people as the walls line with more Secret Service agents and the pathways become more congested with officials and other aides like him. He squeezes and shoulders his way through until he reaches the door to the Oval Office where he is stopped by none other than Director Rodriquez, head of the Secret Service. "Oh, my god!" she cried even louder, hips churning. The combination of his tongue on her clit, the finger in her ass, and the finger in her pussy finally connecting with the nerve cluster he knew had to be there sent her screaming into another orgasm. He wondered if other people in the building heard her, and he didn't care. She came harder than he had ever known anyone to cum, and when she was done he eased back gently, slowly, knowing how sensitive she had probably become. Finally he lowered. Brad found himself thinking of theMona Lisa's smile, and her hidden, inner secrets. "Aren't you going toserve yourself some chicken?"Chicken? Brad's face flushed hot again. Because he couldn't think for amoment, what Andrea meant. Then suddenly his eyes fell on the servingdish in front of him. Oh yes. Dinner. Again, feeling like hismovements were being controlled by someone else, he slid the serving forkunder a piece of chicken, balancing it with his own dinner fork, and setit on his. It feels fabulous anyway." He says, "That's real sweet of you Cindy." He can't believe he's sitting with two gorgeous girls that don't have a stitch of clothes on. He senses that this is heaven on earth. He resists the urge to stare at their bodies, but can't help noticing. He can't believe Cindy seems to really be interested in him. As Tami and Jeff drift into their own world, he's in the clouds with Cindy. She shares how she used to hate how horrible he used to act and how amazingly genuine.