On the plus side, George Bush was still talking to me and listening, to the extent that he listened to anybody telling him things he didn’t want to ...ear. He had been cool after Clinton tried to land me in the jackpot with the release of my classified records. After the election, however, I called George and asked for the account number for the third $5 million payoff, and he brightened right up again. I made the last installment the afternoon of the Inauguration. As I told him, my word and my. But I . . .” I paused. “I don’t have any money.” “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it and it will be my pleasure.” “Sir, may I ask a question?” “Sure anything,” Mr. Keller answered while standing in front of me. He was no more than a foot in front of me. I was looking directly at the spot where his cock was and at the hem of his robe and then I looked up into his eyes. “Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just fire me or call the police or kick me out of your house.” Mr. Keller. I'm deadly serious, he was only about three inches, but hard, straight, well proportioned, and sticking straight towards me. I couldn't resist, I reached out and grabbed it. "You like my little cock?" he asked. "It's beautiful. I'm not leaving tonight until I get a chance on it." Later, Pete, right now I'm going to do you. Lay down, guy." I unfolded my legs and laid back, then Bill spread my legs and crawled between them, never letting go of my erection. Now Tom sat against the back of. "Haven't known each other for an hour and look where I have you..." He was teasing her, he was sure she wasn't playing to hard to get, he had seen the way she was looking at him, but as she looked up at him blushing and pushing back it hit him like a truck. He hadn't meant to say it out, but he did. "Virgin?..." Her eyes wide with fear told him the answer as she pushed back letting out a deep breath, god how had he gotten so damn lucky, a virgin living across the street from his cousin, the.