Some of the assistants had their mouths hidden by their hands. “The first guy who laughs gets a direct ticket to the unemployment line! I haven’t ...ired anybody lately, and I’m due!” I warned them. The room simply exploded at that.I sat down on the couch, next to my dog, and suddenly I heard a click and saw a flash. I glanced over and saw Eric Draper, the Chief White House Photographer, taking a picture. Most of the time you forget these guys are around. They keep their mouths shut and are. I waited impatiently for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes. I removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, before picking it up and folding it. I stood in a emerald green corset, which cause my breasts to stand alert, nipples uncovered. The tiny nipples at the end were nothing compared to Melisa's, but I liked them. The black thigh high stockings hung to defy gravity, leaving nothing to obscure the wax job Monique had done on my crotch. I put on my jewel green stilettos that were. It is what it is.With that being said, let me begin the first truth:I am David.(the truth begins like all truths,...simple enough)Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd.When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy.Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in telling the cashier about my arrival that it took twenty minutes to get a damned smoke. In her impatience to get to. She was focused on me, her eyes wide open. As I stood up straight, I took my shirt off and turned around to her, rubbing my breast. “Take it all off. Please. I want to see it all,” she barely got the words out of her mouth. I took the rest of my clothes off and climbed on to the bed. I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She looked at me confused till I grabbed hold of the dildo, ramming it into her. Her face lit up. Her eyes flew open as well as her mouth with a loud deep moan. I kissed her.