Many of the White House staff would offer her a seat, despite the fact that she hated to be babied, but Chenosh took it in stride, and some would say ...hat her current condition had taught her to be more tolerant of such things, at least for the time being. Being pregnant didn't slow her down in the least, and anyone who she dealt with found that out quite quickly.On a Monday morning, she opened up the newspaper, happy as can be, only for everyone around her to see that smile disappear. Standing. I didn’t offer any resistance. Ashamed, I leaned against the wall, turned my face away. I was flushed. I bit my lower lip as she took a step towards me.She placed her hands on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her left hand glided down my blouse. Her hand cupped my breast, thumb making slow circles. I gasped and pressed myself against the wall.“Please…don’t…”She squeezed and I let out a moan. Desperation, so scared. I slowly looked up into her face, those liquid eyes, soft, long. Then he looked at me again. He was white, around 50, and he was wearing a black t-shirt, black leather vest, black jeans, and boots. He had a black leather cap in his head. He reached out and fondled my breasts, pinching lightly on my nipple, before opening his fly and pulling out his penis. I reached out and took it in my hand. Holding another man's semi hard dick in my hand felt strange. I got down on my knees on the dirty floor, barefoot and naked, and took his cock into my mouth and began. Angel sat up, and I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up over her head, to join my pants. She was beautiful, as she sat on me, in only a black miniskirt and pink lacy bra. My hands darted to her back, and it only took me a second to undo the fastener. Since my mouth was already nearly at her chest, I bit between her cups, and growled as I yanked back, revealing her handful sized breasts. I was shocked at how pink her nipples were. I had never seen any so pink before, and my mouth.