Thought of Fucking hell what did I agree to! Race through my head as I bite my lip least my students hear my moans of anguish, wanting to rip my cloth...s off and at the bare minimum pinch my nipples. His voice floats into my ears, and I barely could make out his words from the pounds echoing with each pump of my heart. Every time I say “fuck” you will hit the buzz button on your vibe. His hand gripping his cock, my pussy sopping wet, my knickers feeling like they are too tight covering my. Lo and behold there was the President with barbecue sauce dripping on his immaculate white shirt and tie and seemingly thoroughly enjoying himself. At his side was the first lady trying to dab the sauce off of him as it dripped down his chin to his chest. Of course there were professional media types recording all of this for posterity but apparently overlooking me in my cowboy boots which was more than fine permitting me to remain incognito. However, the President glanced at me and said,. .. large.The Wellington Group produced enormous amounts of food for Europe. From Sheep to pork, and cereals to oil seeds, if there was a significant market, the Wellington Group grew, raised, or provided it. Strawberries, raspberries and turnips grew alongside rhubarb, peas, carrots and broccoli. The farms spread out across the low lands for thousands and thousands of acres.Castle Wellington commanded a hilltop. From the balcony I could see for miles in several directions. Water was plentiful,. They have breakfast, well lunch really, around noon before they dress. Donald feeds Emma each bite and tips a glass of wine for her to drink. Donald knows she needs to be completely relaxed today for this to work.When finished, Donald tells Emma to go to her room to wait for him. She does as he says, still wondering what is ahead for her. She stands with her hands behind her neck, legs apart as he expects her too.When Donald comes in he is wearing a tuxedo and looks gorgeous. Now Emma is.