"We could have talked a lot longer but her phone rang and she stepped away from me to take the call. I didn't eavesdrop, but I heard some things that ... pieced together."No. He doesn't appear to need the hospital. This place isn't set up for someone who can't climb four flights of stairs, oe needs a handrail in the shower, and accessibility throughout." No Sir. Kevin says he planned to call a cab and check into the D.C. Marriott until he finds suitable lodging..."Yes Sir. I realize the President. Before she got out a word I heldup my hand to stop her. "No. Tonight you have nothing to do, except what Itell you. First, put down your purse and kick off your shoes. Then come overhere and kiss the cook, but mind the grill." She did just that, in precisely the order I dictated. The years togetherhad developed a sort of telepathic bond between us. When she heard that directorder type domineering tone in my voice she went into the full submissive mode.And that's exactly the mood I wanted to. I shivered and he smiled “Strip girl”. I looked at him, he made an impatient motion with his finger and I removed my blouse and skirt. His voice filled the room with the word stop again. I stood there in my blue lace bra and panties, skin flushing red as he circled me, running his gaze all over me.“Bra” he holds his hand out and I take my bra off and drop it into his hand. He took it and put it on a table that is against one wall. He walked back over and held up a set of leather cuffs attached. Doing that adjustment thing that women do--I looked down at her breasts and looked away. She then pulled a suitcase in front of her legs. It blocked my view and made it really hard for anyone in the station to see her body.I went back to the laptop and working. This time, I made a real cellphone call. I blocked her out of mind. And yet...the smell of her perfume was really getting to me. It was a really powerful scent.I looked over at her. Our eyes locked again and she slowly moved one of the.