He closed the door and left to go up front. I quickly changed into what looked like a private-school girls’ jumper. The size was way too small. I ho...lered out, asking if he had something larger. Glen came back and cracked the door open."Honey, don’t worry about that." "Just make it work," he said.I set about trying to get into the outfit. The skirt was ridiculously short, and the blouse would hardly button. I managed to get them both on, but I felt foolish. The white knee socks worked, but the. It’s more than a wake-up call; it’s a slap in the face with an ice cold towel for poor performance and poor performing products.’’At 0700 I was in the Oval Office looking at reports from the night. Marcy went back to the living quarters to do things for JBG.This morning there was a tree chart outlining all things related to the President, his duties and functions along with notes from Connie and Troy.There were one thousand two hundred people that worked for me as part of the Executive branch. But, he halted again!As he spread my thighs the scarves tightened around my ankles. His tongue lapped at my sheath. Inserting a finger, he continued to lick. Me, moaning as he explored deeper. Repositioning himself, he parts my smooth folds and focuses on my swollen clitoris. Lord, I was wet. His tongue began its acrobatics. It felt like he was writing on my bud and in a short time I come with a shudder, pressing my sex to his face. His hands slide to the curve of my bottom, caressing my. Sara placed her hands out and pulled Nica up and returned the favour by pulling her close and taking her tie off then her shirt and skirt. She reached around Nica's back unhooking her bra letting her newly found C cup breast jiggle free, she walked around to her back running her hands down over her shoulder's to then cup her pale milky white breast and running her thumbs over Nica's rose coloured nipples. She took Sara's hand and walked to the shower opening the door, sliding her panties off.