"We all saw the President come to see you, but who was the other one, who came earlier?" She had a sneaky smile and a large bust, which was doubtlessl... why she was chosen to pump me for information."That was Shane Victorello, the Secretary of the Treasury. He oversees the Secret Service. He and Mr. Dryden are old friends. We used to see them around the Capital all the time."Her eyes grew larger when I talked about them like they were regular people. "Why were they here?" Her face betrayed her.. The women’s trunks were bloodstained and soaked from the bloody sweat mix running off of their bodies. The wraps on their gloves were reddened from blood, even their socks and shoes had red stain on them. Kira’s ring floor was splattered with blood, both from her and Beth trying to kill each other. Jim had abandoned any pretense of rooting for Beth, and was wildly cheering for Kira. The women sat in their corners after 15 rounds, having had the blood toweled off of them, glaring still. Devers looked a little surprised. "I'd never thought of it that way," she admitted. "Requestee -- an interesting word."She scribbled another note."I'm not sure it is a word. Anyway, like, well, after lunch today some boy wanted to put a pickle, a big one -- I think it was a sweet pickle -- up my -- uh -- anus." I blushed. "I didn't mind that, though I prefer dill pickles, to eat that is. Of course I can't taste back there, but it was kinda cold..." I realized I was rambling. "But then he wanted. "A paddle here, a caress there, lips so moist, a cunt so slippery, I fingered her so nice.After five smacks my boner is unbelievably hard. Molly is dripping. I'm no longer teasing. This is serious diddling.My fingers alternate circling her clit and then probing her vagina."Let me up," pleaded Molly. "I want all our clothes off."Stripping took seconds.Straddling my hips I can see her pink pearl standing proud just before she sandwiched my tumescent cock between her cunt lips like an oversized.