The roughness of my goatee rubbed against her shaven mound. Sliding my hands under her ass to hold her in place, her feet now rested on my shoulders a... my tongue began probing her slick lips; first long licks from the back to front of her pussy, the course hair of my goatee driving her crazy. Her deepened breaths mixed with low moans; her hands on the back of my bald head coaxing me to her clit, which I focused on with my swirling tongue and my lips sucking and tugging her wet, swollen lips.. "Hello," she said into the phone knowing that the Secret Service was listening in."Gabrielle, the minority leader of the Canadia Government passed away a few hours ago," Thompson informed her."And Sir?" Hop on AF Two at about noon and fly up to Quebec for the funeral at noon the day after tomorrow. I'll send a translator who speaks fluent French to go with you. I say be at Andrews a half hour before." Yes, Mister President," she said."When's your next treatment?" Three weeks Sir," she. On the way home,at rural Maynard 16 miles,husband asked me what I did while he was gone. OH not much. Then he asked me if their was any thing I wanted to tell him. Not that I can think of. About a mile from home husbad came out and asked me if Danny got the job done. WHAT? What are you talking about. He asked me if I was pregnant. Not that I know of. We had stopped now. Husband said he would like to fuck me now,but if Danny doesn't have me pregnant yet it would spoil my plans of getting. He sat in the back of the room stroking his cock as she worked her mouth over me. I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat. So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door. Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time. This time, instead of stopping and testing to see if I would hurt her, I.