. you feel unfulfilled."You start to understand where the showman was going with all this."I've already tried my fair share of sexual simulators, but ...hanks..." you say."Of course you have. That's my point," the man says. "That's why you feel unsatisfied. No ill will towards my co-inventors, but I'm afraid their inventions are so... how shall I put it? So... now."The man takes you by the elbow and leads you past a couple of stalls to a small door set against a back wall. A wall that you are. President of the United States," she heard her introduction. With a pit in her stomach, the feeling of having to urinate, and feeling like lead in her feet; she stepped out on state to cold applause. Heading straight to the podium. She straightened her notes, looked up with a smile. She felt many rivers of sweat rolling down her back."Good afternoon," she barely was able to get it out. She heard a several polite replies."I have a question. I am not a black person as you can readily see so I am. 6'4" tall, dark hair with blue eyes, he always thought his father should have been a movie star, not a stockbroker. With his mother and Kelly almost look-alike twins, he knew that he had been born into a blessed family and was determined to take advantage of it. That's what assets were for, his father constantly told him. If you don't utilize them, what good are they.Well, he was bound and determined to utilize them, he thought as he massaged his cock in his hand while thinking of his lovely. I shifted my weight, feeling my cockhead brushing her cervix as it only does from rear entry. I held my position, pressing myself deep as she moaned in response. "Fuck, Liz, fuck, that feels so good, you sexy bitch," I snarled, and began slow, long even strokes in and out of her. Her ass wiggled under my hands as she shifted, lowering her position and angling my entry to brush her g spot. When I hit it she moaned and I stayed at that angle, focusing my strokes to bring her the pleasure she.