She took the girl's hand to make her rise. Then she closed a leather collar around her throat and fastened a leash to it. She pulled at it and led Kri...tie down the hallway. She took her down the winding stairs into the lower levels. They walked the long, sculptured corridor.A breeze made Kristie's nipples harden. She closed her eyes. She lost herself in the sounds of her bare, plodding feet and the tip-taps of her Mistress's heels. Her ass's deepest muscles groped at the fat, black intruder.. I held her up, my hands on her hips. Before she had even finished coming, though, I spun her around and bent her over the sink. I pushed her skirt up with my hands and licked her puffy lips again, then dug my tongue into her crease, licking her slowly up and down. My nose pressed between her cheeks, right against her asshole. I kept licking her as she recovered, drawing long, slow breaths.I stood then, my hands on her back, pressing her forward over the sink as I rubbed my hard cock against her. A physical therapist saw her every day at the White House, and each day Sara showed a little improvement. It would still be months however, before Sara Johnston would be completely recovered from the injuries she had suffered during the assassination attempt on her Mother.The doctors treating Marty Johnston had been hoping that he would be able to come home from the hospital by the following week, but his wounds developed an infection which pushed back his release. The doctors felt now that if. As if he sensed me watching him, his eyes lifted and widened when he spotted me. He said something to the girl, who then looked over at me. She nodded and said something, then disappeared down the hallway leading to the elevators.He got close to me and then looked over his shoulder. When he turned back to face me, he looked as impassive and emotionless as the first time I met him. "What's up?" I wanted to see you."He exhaled sharply. "Lucy. This can't happen." It's already begun, I think. We're.