She didn't have to. It was obvious. She still wanted sex as much as ever, but it took more and more stimuli to get her off.She loved to spend long per...ods of time recounting our previous exposure incidents. "Tell me a story, Baby," she would say, tossing herself back on the bed and letting her fingers trail over her nude body. It was my cue to start recounting some of our previous exploits. Carla loved for me to simply tell her what I used to do at home. It didn't have to be explosively sexual,. The cleavage that the corset produced created just the right amount of breast tissue for me to fill out the pretty bra. "Wow, Chrissie, your breasts are the same size as mine....36-B. Let's roll my nylons up your legs now and fasten them to your pretty corset. I see you already shave your legs. You are such a good girl taking care of these things all by yourself."She gathered the black silky sheer nylons and guided my feet into one and then the other. These were the reinforced heel and toe type. She had me tightly hugged and was rubbing her melons on my boobs and was enjoying the sensation. Both of us had our eyes closed and we were moaning slowly.Then she told me that she liked to be on top. I lied below her and she gave started running her feet on my nipples, as requested by me.I saw her grin as my moans increased in volume and frequency. Then i told her that i had a surprise for her in the bag. I pulled out Patricia's strap on, the one whichshe had been using on me and lately. The media’s turned against me. The same press that had given me tons of free press now records, replays, and discusses my every mistake for hours on end.Not that I’ve really made any big mistakes. For a non-politician, I’m doing great. I’d love to see anyone else get as much done as I’ve done in just a few months. Hell, today I must’ve signed 100 laws. I doubt any president—especially Obama—did this much in a few mere months.I have to fix this. I just have to out-think them. I’m a thinker, so.