.." Donna objected, her heart racing in panic, "But that's not until tonight! I can't go that long without fucking! I just can't!" You can and you wil...," insisted Tom, "Come now, Donna, you're a grown woman with a distinguished public career. Surely you have enough self-restraint to put off your own needs for a few hours. Now go up stairs and pick out a nice sexy dress for the cameras tonight."He turned her towards the stairway by her bare shoulders and then swatted her ass to send her on her. She tries to stand, but Everhard'shand on the top of her head gently guides her lips over his glans again.When Justine gets back to work she's side-eye staring at me; her headstill, while Everhard leisurely thrusts half his length between her lips.She is on her knees before the standing man. She's still covered, thoughher boots are off, and the gnarly hosiery is on the floor beside her--knotted with some equally unbecoming stripey boyshorts.As Justine regains her composure, and reapplys. "That floored me. "What?!" Oh I think you know. You saw the photos, yes?"I looked away, the action itself admission. When I returned, she was staring down at me, eyes brimming with lust. "What did you think?" That… that wasn't your husband?" No. He was behind the camera." Never! Kay!" It hadn't occurred to me at the time, but as I replayed the photos in my mind I remembered the owner of the massive tool had both his hands on her bum. Couldn't wrap my brain around it. To even have the gall to. " To Joshua and Jennifer," about a hundred and fifty people said and I thought I'd faint."Congratulations," I heard for about the hundredth time and it was impossible for Josh and I to get a moment alone, but that was why we were there."Thank you ... Oh," I cleared my throat. "Mr. Westin, uh, thank you. Josh, this is the National Security Advisor, Mr. Westin." Nice to meet you, Josh. I'm Tom," Westin smiled. "You broke some hearts tonight." Uh, thank you," Josh nodded."Can I steal Jennifer for.