As I retrieved the morning paper, I noticed that Carl had dropped his sunglasses in the driveway. I picked them up and went into his room to place the... on his desk. Exiting the room, I sensed my knuckles were wet. I turned on the light and stared at my hand. What the heck is this? Probably, a spill from a soda bottle. It was not soda. I went back to the desk and saw several lines of liquid tracking across the surface towards the wall. As I tried to make sense of it, it became apparent. I spoke. As soon as she realized just how exposed she was, as I assumed my previous position so comfortably on my knees beneath her, she let out the tiniest of moans in contentment, having dropped all guard and embraced the notion that I was determined to eat the fuck out of her pussy right then and there.As soon as I went back to my beloved chore, I found that the said moan was accompanied by a fresh wave of wetness, and my tongue, as I was quickly placed just beneath her alarmingly delicate clit, was. We were rehashing Saturday at Vegas and Sunday’s appearance on the news show. The media reactions were still coming in.I waited until I finished lunch before returning to the Oval Office. I was learning the perks of having power - making people wait who thought they were important.Troy gave me a folder with a picture of the people waiting and their names and positions. It was an idea to keep informed so I would not look like an idiot when I met people and the pictures were a godsend, I was. I figured for $20, I could get some lady action that I desperately needed, I was a sex deprived 19 year old male.The lap dance room was dim lit, she was so sexy, I got hard thinking about fucking her. The song was over and I paid her $20. She said she enjoyed giving me a lap dance, it wasn’t like other guys, she really liked it. It wasn’t just a job for the money she felt with me. I got her number in my phone. We started talking a bit, she asked me if I wanted to go to the strip club’s VIP room.