The G20 conference would finish it out.Sunday was laid back. I read the intelligence reports before breakfast. Breakfast was nice - in my own dining r...om with my immediate family.The White House camera people and the clerks who logged every word I said were out of luck unless they were called in to document something in particular. My entire house and JBG offices were off limits to them. That was until someone in Congress decided I wasn’t complying with the Records Preservation Act enough to. So when you get there, Peter, I want you to visit Karen and let her know that you have a meeting and I want her to go with you. All you have to do to get her to go to work is introduce her to one of the clients as "your friend"; if you do not want her to go after the client, introduce her as Mrs. Greene your secretary, which she is, of course, while you are in New York."Introducing her as your friend she will make the client a very happy customer and she will close the deal for us. I suggest. He thinks you’re HOT, Mom! Right, Jason,” he said, grinning at his friend.“Oh really. Tell me more,” I said, stroking my clit.“He does, Mrs. C,” Jason said. “And… well…I…I have another confession,” he said, grinning conspiringly at Kirk.“What now, my naughty boy?” I asked, grinning at him. “Your last confession got you laid. So tell us. Just what have you done now?”“Well…remember how I told you I made copies of your video?” he began.“Yesss,” I said, hesitating. ‘Why?” I asked, a tingling. "Thanks a lot mom. You're the best."I then reached down and picked Bambi up off the couch. She shrieked with surprise and grabbed me around the neck. I carried her down to her bedroom, kicking the door shut after us with my foot. I set her on the bed and gave her a deep kiss. I started to slowly unbutton her blouse but she didn't want to go slow. Pushing my hands away, she grabbed her blouse and yanked it open, sending buttons flying. She whipped it off and reached back for her bra.I laughed.