FRIDAY 8:45 A. M. CST Suite 2122, 77 W. Jackson, Chicago, ILIt's name was Pandemonium and it's domain was anywhere The State Department could reach. T...e President was coming and the bureaucracy was going nuts trying to cross every "T" along with dotting every "I". His itinerary was pored over endlessly by group after group and as is usually the case in too many cooks, the soup was looking mighty sad.Finally the head of mission had reached the breaking point. After notifying everyone on staff. Excitement that he was going to soon be having sex with a hopefully gorgeous young woman, nerves about the fact he couldn’t be sure if this woman was good looking or not.But he was fairly confident he was about to have a good time. She had only good reviews on a popular website Jon used to check about possible working girls he might see. They mentioned she was a real looker, a great body, and a good attitude and performance.So Jon made his way up in the elevator in the nice apartment building.. Our bodies were grooving she was grinding my dick with her ass her intentions were clear to me but I was scared to make any move because some of my friends were not drunk and they were watching what I was enjoying.All eyes were on her and she was doing her best. She realised the situation and asked me to come near washroom as we were now far from our mates I pushed her to the wall and gave her a smooch.Her juicy lips were on mine and I was feeling every inch of it I explored her mouth for. . oh, fuck, yeah ... oh ... God, why does this feel so great?” Cameron cried out with pain and pleasure at once.That didn’t even count shock, as he didn’t expect to be taken like a bitch.“Oh, that’s easy. Schumacher Syndrome. You contracted it from Lucy two years ago when she fucked you after she had been intimate with me. I gave it to her and she gave it to you. Funny how that works, Cameron, but it is what it is. Face it, dude ... you were never as manly as you always pretended to be. I can.