’ ‘Thank you Eric,’ she said as that delightfully contagious smile once again graced her small, lovely face. ‘You are entirely welcome.’ I r...plied, collecting my belongings and making my way to the door. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you?’ ‘Draw my blood again sometime?’ she asked. ‘Your Hickman and I are on a first name basis, how can I possibly say no,’ I replied. ‘It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Lumm.’ ‘Alison, please,’ she replied. ‘Now we’re all on a first name basis,’ I smiled.. I was a lot stronger and I could easily control him. He was clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth tightly. I reminded him to breathe and relax. He had to laugh a little and looked at us in the closet door mirror to see my rod completely engulfed between his pearl white ass cheeks. Just as I leaned forward to get deeper, he said, “Fuck me.”I placed a hand on each of his hips, massaging them, as I began to stroke slowly but powerfully into him over and over again. His ass quickly. Saturday afternoons he regales me with stories of his morning golf game, hole by hole. And he usually has a long and excruciating story about the 18th fairway. Yes, that's one of my favorite times of the week. Then when I want to go dancing at the club, he wants to spend Saturday night at home watching a football game; or a baseball game; or a hockey game; or Antiques Roadshow. He's a grown man who watches Antiques Roadshow! Drew is deadly dull.And our sex life? Please! Who wants to have a sex. By six P.M. my to-do list was done and the office squad had all left for their evening out. Stacy stayed behind to tidy up and she walked me back to the house. I looked around before squeezing her in a quick hug and made sure she knew she was to be with us again. “Jennifer insists you stay with us - like family - O.K.?”Stacy blushed and said, “Jennifer called me and was quite direct about our evening. Thank you, Mr. President.” Rather than talk where a Secret Service Agent might hear us, I.