She bumped over the carpet behind her desk and came to a stop just about exactly where she wanted to be.The fifty year old woman sighed heavily. She w...s bored. There really wasn't much to do here at the office, which is why she generally avoided being here much. But right now this was her place. Her partner and long-time girlfriend MaryAnn had gone to Washington for a conference on the new SEC regulations. Sally would have loved to have gone too, but this week they had promised several new. Very seriously."When you have this collar on you're no longer a person. You don't talk, you don't stand up, the only sounds you make are doggy sounds. You can whimper, whine and even bark, but you never speak. You're just a little bitch."I wasn't even game to nod. Oh My God. Weirder and weirder and yet there was that same strange excitement again. I nuzzled into his thigh the way a dog would and he beamed with pleasure."Good girl." He said and patted my head.He led me all through the house. She put in a couple of years as a paralegal. She took more classes online. She passed the bar exam in one try. It took me three. We both went into government work, me into politics and her into justice. I made it to the White House. She made it to my closet on Air Force One via the secret passenger protocol that has its roots back in another President's term. The first secret passenger was code named "Bombshell". Sally's codename is "Cialis".For the next three days, the Fixer will be making. I hung onto his arms as he licked and sucked until the tip was red and swollen. He moved to the other one as my hand pulled his head close to me. I let my own head fall back against the seat and lifted the breast higher toward his waiting mouth. He pinched it between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. The movement sent a pulse straight to my clit. I felt like I might cum if he kept doing that. He released my breasts when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt. I was growing more.