’ Stuff like that.”“Good thing you have two women to lick your pussy and calm you down after getting those pics.”My wife gave a throaty laugh....“Good thing. Though they’re sleeping at the moment. We were up late last night.”“Me, too,” I said. “Our daughters woke me up with a blowjob.”“Lucky stud,” she said. “You’re getting so much pussy this weekend. I’m glad. I always feel a little guilty when I go on these trips knowing you’re home alone.”I shifted, swallowing. “You ever wonder what would have. I closed my eyes and listened to the noise. It was more forceful when you had your eyes closed. I drifted off to sleep at around two o'clock or so. I woke up when my cat jumped up on the bed. I looked at the clock. It was a little after nine. I got up and made some coffee. I saw the handcuffs lying on the bed when I came back in. I picked them up and placed them on my wrist. Suddenly I remembered that I don't have the key. I stopped just before the iron of the cuffed locked. I set them down.. Her older sister was in college, and engaged. She was spending the day off by herself, wrapped in her own amusements, ignoring the party.Our host, Chuck Senior, and his wife were partiers. I wouldn't have been surprised, even then, to have learned they were swingers. My Mom was here because she liked to drink in a social setting, but she wasn't really in the same league as Chuck Senior and his wife Rose. Oh, and we shot Trap together on Sundays.I knew all the other adults at the party, mostly,. Kate fussed over my coat and a fleece blanket thrown across my lap for warmth, and the White House corps went far out of their way to make me feelwelcome and look out for me.I felt like a total fraud, riding in a wheelchair and being treated like it was my final days, but the mission was the important thing. I was briefed on the current Vice President's use of his offices in the Old Executive Office Building, where I was sent to sort mail, return simple phone calls, and organize paperwork for.