After finishing off the drinks Clinton invited the other VIP's to the Oval Office for a final chat. Already they were feeling the effects of the spike... drinks. Unfortunately the terrorists responsible for concocting the cyanide had cocked up and had instead produced a extremely fast acting and long lasting aphrodisiac. The effects of this terrorist version of "Viagra" were shortly to become obvious.As the drug took full effect, Clinton could not control himself and took Queen Noor in his arms. Melanie looked around. The entrance hall was all in pine wood. Waxed pine wood floor, lighter birch wood walls and a pine wood ceiling above naked wooden beams gave the overall impression of a ski lodge. Two huge granny sofas were grouped around a low table facing a CRT television set that must have been built when Johnny Carson was still on the air. A huge DVD player was hooked up to it, and the console also housed a classic Pioneer stereo set-up that fed into tall, handcrafted floor. ‘I spoke to her on the phone a few minutes ago, actually. She’s working an early shift this morning and she’s looking after your Mum again. They’ve reduced your Mum’s sedation and they’re weaning her off the ventilator. With any luck they’ll be able to extubate her soon.’ I stared at him in anxious confusion. ‘In English?’ He gave me an apologetic smile, returning to the table with two plates and sliding one in front of me. ‘Sorry. She had a good night and she’s doing well. She’s waking up,. Nothing irregular was in site! I waited trying to hear the sound again, but nothing. I sighed and layed back again, my pussy craving attention. I closed my eyes, letting my hand slide down back between my pussy lips, slowly spreading my lips and playing with my clit. I slipped two fingers deep into my pussy, curling my fingers to hit that wonderful spot...and then I heard that damn creak again...I chose to ignore it this time. I felt myself tremble but not sure if it was me or the bed.