"Yes, Mr. Vice President. How can I help you, Sir?" The voice was courteous but not phony. I immediately appreciated that."Who are you, and what do yo... do for the Thornton Administration?" I asked."Sir, I am Rick Parnell, and I work as a senior analyst at the CIA. My section leader is out for the moment, and your call was routed to me. Do you wish me to have someone far more senior handle your need, Sir?" He was perceptive but wrong."No, Rick. You'll do just fine. Please hold for a moment," and. Next to the framed picture of Chloe was a large mirror with some other smaller pictures of her and her friends on holiday in Greece all around the border. The floor was filled with shit and clothes which was to be expected. I looked on her bed; it was freshly made which contrasted strangely with the rest of the filthy room. There was nothing on there except for some pillows and a teddy bear that she kept for ‘sentimental value’ but no IPod which is all I cared about. The chest next to her bed. This time the homeless guy had his cock out when I looked as he was jacking off watching us.After having another orgasm, I suddenly realized we had just passed my stop. I’m pretty sure I exposed my naked self to the bus driver and people outside as I turned and reached up to pull the cord for the stop bell. Since they were driving special routes for the severe weather, the driver didn’t stop for another few blocks. I was in a hurry, so I just pulled my jacket around my shoulders and held it. Once it was in place, I walked back out to where Duncan and Trevor were.I sat down and we continued to talk. Duncan had turned the vibrator on and the sensations felt incredible. I had orgasm after orgasm while we drank our drinks. Duncan was playing with me and I was enjoying it.Trevor had moved my dress up a bit and cupped my pussy in his hand. They were treating me like a slut in the bar area. I was aroused and wanting them to take me upstairs."Your panties are very wet. Take them off and.