So, when Stacey was able to find her time, she like to make sure it was super enjoyable. So, Stacey would read...erotic short stories. While reading ...he would put herself in the story. So one time she could be riding a man's face, next she could licking a clit, she could be getting fucked by two men,...the stories could take her anywhere. She would use her own fingers or her favorite toy. Sometimes she could reach a climax in moments...other times she would enjoy the ride for awhile. Stacey's. Es gehört zu unserem Ritual. Dann ist Feierabend. Ich folge Heinz zu seinem Auto. Zwei Meter hinter ihm, mit gesenktem Kopf. Ich setze mich neben ihn auf den Beifahrersitz. Ziehe meinen Rock hoch und spreize meine Beine. Heinz ist zufrieden. Die Liebeskugeln, die er mir heute morgen eingeführt hat, sind immer noch an ihrem Platz. Sie waren den ganzen Tag in mir. Ich bin geil, aber ich darf es nicht zeigen. Wir kommen nach Hause. Sofort ziehe ich alles aus, bis auf den Leder Body mit dem Schlitz. Word of what the President had done today would spread inside the beltway within seconds, and very much ahead of the news cycles, including the twenty-four hour news networks, which was our intent.Steve led the way for Jason, Rick, and me, as well as my personal secretary, Janice Conklin. She took notes, Rick took notes, Jason took notes, and I took no prisoners.As we passed through the lobby, guided by Assistant Director of Operations, Yadira Menendez, we asked the Undersecretary to quickly. DJ felt like her body was on fire. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle. Dj didn’t know whether she wanted to scream, moan, cuss, or thank the Lord for this dickin that she was getting. Ian could tell by the sounds that DJ loved this. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. Ian loved the sight of that round ass backing up on his dick. “Whose pussy is this?” the only reply heard was a moan. “Whose pussy is this,” Ian asked again as his hand connected wit DJ’s ass. Again, a moan was the only response.