He slipped her shoes off and then set to work sliding her nylons off her long slender legs. Manipulating the soft warm body of the dead woman left him...completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panties down he couldn't help stroking her brown pubic patch. "At ease, soldier!" The command startled him and he stood straight up. The President was standing there in a bathrobe and slippers and what appeared to be nothing else. "Relax and help me move her." The President's tone was softer now.. Another week passed. I was laying in supplies at the grocery story when I turned a corner and there he was again. He looked up, registered who I was and smiled again. This time I spoke up. “Have we met?” “Sort of,” he said. “You have no tan lines.” He waited. For a second I was puzzled. Then it hit me; the guy who had found me naked, ready to have a wank. I felt myself starting to blush. “Hey, it’s cool,” he said. “We’ve all been caught at least once.” He smiled again, so broadly I. I was being sexually assaulted and enjoying it. He could not be aware I was now squeezing of my thighs, trying to stimulate my clitoris, and this mearly told my attacker, he was twisting the fuck me button, now superbly erect and sticking out front on my bare breast. As I quietly squirmed and eased forward on the seat, he shifted ever so easily, carefully manipulating my nipple and easing my dress all the way up my thighs, until my panties, thankfully black and whispy, came into view. ‘Take. This action would excite me no end. I would jack off at night visualizing his demonstration of me sucking his cock.Then he grew a little unsure about us actually meeting. I sensed that he felt if I sucked him that I would want him to reciprocate and suck me. I told him it would not be necessary for him to suck me, that I would be happy just sucking him. With that, he was ready to again start discussing arrangements for a meet.He had been off work for a while, due to wrist surgery, and would.