" Yes, Mr. President and thank you, Sir," Art replied as he watched the firm stride of his boss headed for his office. Flipping open his cell, Art mad... the call and ten minutes later there was a knock on the Oval office door."Come on in Al," The President called out. "Have a seat, because we've got things to discuss and you need to get your game face on." Yes, Mr. President. What can I do for you today, Sir?" Well, it's not so much what you can do for me, as it's what I can do for you. As of. He’d starting working longer hours to earn the extra income to make sure that we had enough money for, well, everything. It was only recently that Sandra had come along to remind him of what he’d been missing in that time, and hadn’t even dared to think about. Intimacy with a woman. I was happy for my dad at finally moving forward and thinking of himself for a change, instead of thinking of work and taking care of me. However, him being out with Sandra meant that he needed a babysitter, and. J was pushing her body into my fingers and when I looked over I saw her eyes closed, teeth biting down on her lower lip and her tits moving up and down in a nice rhythm. "mmmm" were the noises escaping her mouth, almost u*********sly. The more she pushed into the finger fucking she was receiving the harder she rubbed my ass, still not penetrating but ramming her fingers up against me hard. It was enough to cause nice pressure on my prostate and had me working towards my own orgasm. J's. He was not impressed.She told him that he had better get used to it, if he wanted her for a wife. He might become master of the estate, but she was the master in the bedroom. She flipped up her skirt and directed him to lick her pussy. "Get used to it." she said, "Until we are married, the only thing touching this will be your tongue." Reluctantly, he complied, burying his face in her bush and licking her to orgasm. When done they went back to the kitchen. Katrina resumed directing the staff.