I had both hands around Liz’s waist helping her to grind out the orgasm she craved. It wasn’t long in coming – I felt her arsehole contract and ...hen her body go rigid as she yelled in pleasure and toppled over to one side my cock sliding out of her arse as she did so. She laid there with something of a glazed look in her eyes gently stroking her engorged clit and murmuring thanks. I was just contemplating fucking her when Lisa declared she wanted a DP. I could tell she was close to an orgasm. Eventually she stood up and walked over me, occasionally bending down and hovering her ass over my face giving me a fucking amazing view. When she noticed how turned on I got when she stepped on my cock and balls with her bare feet, she made me suck her toes and lick her soles for a while before proceeding to sit on my face and occasionally teasing my cock with her feet.She completely smothered my face with her ass, covering my nose and making me breath in her scent. She told me that I better. She was the First Lady, after all. Her smile told me she understood. Now I knew where her daughters got their... playfulness.The President was next to greet us. He gave me a very warm handshake."I would like to add my thanks to you for all you did. If it weren't for you and your family, my family might not even be alive right now. I'm sorry we left you alone with the police. The Secret Service wanted me out of there. Most people think the President is the boss. Not with the Secret Service. They. “Can we meet for lunch?”“Today?”“Please.”“Beppi’s at noon? Or a few minutes before?”“Deal.”Patrick thought for a few minutes. “I’m downtown for lunch. I’ll shop and be back in mid-afternoon.”“No problem.”“Behave yourself!”“Of course.”Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?”“I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded.We were seated right away. I ordered scampi and a salad.“What’s the problem?”“I think I should be happy. Between the art blokes and the ministry, I’ve more than.