I had applied soap on my body and my dick was hard and I was stroking my dick with the lather and looking at the door to check if there is any sign of...her. I waited for ten minutes before I heard her humming in my room. I got excited and my heart started beating faster. I saw the door handle move down as she opened the door. I immediately looked down and started stroking my dick. Her humming stopped as the door opened fully and she saw me holding my hard dick. I looked at her and she looked. "Of course, Mrs. President," I said. All the doors were closed and I was left alone in the iconic Oval Office with the President of the United States, the most powerful person on the planet.President Shirley's demeanor changed from serious and business-like to comfortable and laid back, she even surprised me with a bottle of wine hidden under her desk and started pouring two glasses of it. "Wine?" She asked with a more feminine, softer voice than just a few seconds ago when everyone else were. In later sessions, I pushed his hands down from my waist to my hips. “Grab tightly,” I moaned. It just felt so good, so right, having him hold me firm and tight.I got bolder. I took his hands and placed them directly on my ass. We kissed deeply. He traced light little circles on my haunches, but that’s not what I really wanted. I pushed his palms flat on the undersides and back of my ass. “Baby, squeeze it,” I begged him. When he did, I felt like I would float away, right up into the. “Greenaway? Your name, if not your face, is familiar to me – why yes, the fire at Hungerford Hall. My sincere and deepest condolences, sir, but of course nothing I can say will ease your pain a whit – only revenge, which is why you are on the trail of Metzendorf. You suspect he was responsible?”“He was with those who carried out the crime; if I find him I will find the culprits. However, John Bailey, the magistrate at Hungerford, told us Metzendorf was here three weeks ago at an org, err,.