Was Jessica disobeying me on purpose? Or was she doing it to be a little brat knowing there would be a punishment involved? Regardless of her reasonin... rules are rules, and she needs to be punished for disobeying me. I headed back downstairs to see that dinner was ready and waiting on the table. “Well go ahead and sit down,” I said. While we were eating dinner Jessica kept biting her lips. It was almost as if she was really horny and wanting to say something in-between each bite she took.. No, not those lips.”“Oh, sorry.”I don’t know what I had expected. Nailing Susie had always been the Holy Grail to me, but it had no substance. It was only a concept. Now that the head of my painfully distended cock was nudging her barely mature lips apart, all my preconceptions flew out the window. I slowly sank in, savoring the sensations that were running up and down her body as well as mine.Although I had enjoyed sex with numerous women in my real life and had been married multiple times,. The president-elect's voice spilled from the speakers. "I want you tolook, fascist, because this is the smallest possible group. I stuck tojust the women you wronged personally, and I doubt I even covered half ofa percent." Her voice had become much more authoritarian. "They puttheir heads together, and thought up a suitable punishment. And as theheir to office of presidency, I had the resources to make it happen."At this point, there was a buzzing noise in the businessman's ear, notunlike. I told him the new look in business is more casual to wear one of the dumb ties he likes so much and one of his ugly old suits he loves. He went to put on the nice watch Ive always wanted and I asked him if he would wear the watch I got him for Christmas back when I was 8 it had Mickey mouse on the face. He gave in to my pouty face and put his nice watch back on the dresser. He looked so horrible but I knew he had one hell of a life insurance policy so this was going to be better for all of us..