She told him Gwen didn't love him, that Gwen was a rotten whore who had slept with Bob while he was away. Allen had wanted to get Gwen then and beat h...r, but Sybil had stopped him, telling him he should be more clever. He should wait until next weekend when they could get both of them, Gwen and Bob. They would make it look like an accident in the swimming pool. No one would suspect. And then they could live together, enjoying each other's body as they had that night. He had wanted to kill Bob. ”I reminded her of the list. “Well, isn’t this on the list?”“Yes, but I want you to suck my cock first.”“What?”“It’s on the list. My penis in your mouth.”“I don’t know if I’m ready for that. What if you...if you...”“Oh don’t worry, I will cum in your mouth. No doubt about it.”“And then...?”“And then you’ll swallow it. Every drop.”“I can’t. I just can’t.”Yes she could. I guided Louise down on her knees and didn't have to encourage her much. She was tentative at first, as I expected. She massaged. Since we didn't want them finding out that Cutler had died, that meant Cutler dying WAS the news story, and not how and why."I never really realized how easy it is to lead the press around until this came up."Well, the reason for my visit. The President is starting to ask questions. I have no intention of answering them, but he will eventually ask you. I'm thinking he has to be told of the attempt on his life at some point, but what is that point? When does the head of the Secret Service tell. She helped him onto the bed and told him, ?Hump his leg!?He became red in the face and said, ?Please mistress, I don’t like men.?His answer was delivered with a swoosh and a sharp smack as Liz used her riding crop. Apparently Jimmy was not to question his mistress’s instructions as she just pointed at my leg and drew back for another blow.He quickly lowered himself so that his small but hard penis was pressed against my leg and began to hump up and down. My revulsion must have showed despite.