His hand slid between those small thighs, his thumb pushing against the panties, where the tiny little pucker was hidden. I felt myself tremble slight...y at his touch, thinking, “I can’t believe Mr. Frankie is touching me between the legs!” I felt myself getting moist down there, hoping it wouldn’t show through my panties, or he might think I had peed myself. I knew about getting moist, orgasms and many things about sex. Mommy had never been shy about talking to me about sex, always. She turned her head and kissed me on the mouth. The man smiled. "Have a nice night," he said.As soon as we got to the room, I escalated my attack. I pulled her close and kissed her, unbuttoning her clothing. She started reaching for the buttons of my blouse but I told her, "no, honey, this is all for you. You've been such a good friend in our chats..."She was naked in minutes and on her back on the bed, my mouth between her legs. The cameras tilted slightly and I knew this was being broadcast. At least there wasn’t a crowd of reporters waiting for him. The President had said something stupid, again, and the attention of the press had turned from Dexter back to Washington. He was pleased that he was no longer the center of national attention.He climbed from the wheelchair into the taxi. The driver appeared to be in his late forties to early fifties. The man didn’t even bother to look towards Dexter. “Where to?”Dexter told the taxi driver the address of his apartment. He was looking. The other guy was now taking a keen interest in the proceedings and was stroking himself. The guy next to me grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock and said, “wank me,” while he was busy pulling at my now erect cock. I was at this point the other guy came over to our side and leaning over, took my cock into his mouth and began to blow me. I reached out with my free hand and began to wank him. It only took a few strokes when he grunted and shot his load all over the sauna floor..