The thing was huge, and it was stretching me so much.I was screaming and asking her to go slow, and she was going harder and harder, pushing it inside...me. After 15 minutes of pushing and screaming, it was up inside me. Not all maybe 10 inches, but the width was killing me. Jen sat down for a moment and then started rubbing my mound.It was way too sensitive at that point. It did relax me a bit, but I wanted to cum so hard now. Still, I thought it wasn’t possible with that thing. But Jen told me. It was good to be back in the White House again. She had an appointment with General Neil Emerson that afternoon. She walked into the Oval Office with a smock over her bikini. Donna gave her a wolf whistle. "It should be against the law for a lady of your age to have a body like that, Madam President," Donna said."It should be against the law for this body to have the aches and pains I'm feeling now. I've got arthritis in the hips and it hurts to walk, but I appreciate your compliment anyhow.". See you at Thanksgiving.” He put down his cellphone and reached for his black boxer-briefs – he was stark naked. “Hi, you must be Mark.” He held out his hand, so I shook it. We introduced ourselves – Mark Sherman and Jay La Plante. I’m five ten, 165 pounds, brown hair, so average-looking I may as well be invisible. Jay is a couple of inches shorter, 145 pounds, black hair, and another of us invisibles. He was a music major concentrating in theory and composition. I figured that, as a math. Flashback:"Your majesty I see your doing well," said Peter as he worked around the room cleaning for the King.The King had finished up earlier with his latest lady for the afternoon and after a light dinner he planned to summon another one to attend to him for the evening. He wanted the room spotless before his next encounter. So Peter diligently cleaned.As Peter passed by a table with a brandy snifter on it the King held out his hand for the glass. It was a signal for the man to hand it to.