I know. She was introduced at President Stanford's press conference a couple of weeks ago." I forgot you were there!" That's all right." So ... How do...you feel about this?" I'm ... I guess I'm kinda nervous." That's normal." The door to the conference room let out a low creak as he opened it, revealing a cavernous room that featured numerous chairs around a large circular table. "Please. Why don't you sit right here?"He escorted her to a table near the podium and she sat down. She looked around. She was raised by her mother and grandma (who she calls Granny). Her dad was never around. He was in jail when she was born and he was never around much when she was little. He tried to tell her it was because her mom wouldn’t let him see her — which is most likely the case. Her town was small, but cozy. She shared a room with her mom. They sang songs together every night. It was so comforting to her, she couldn’t sleep unless they had done their nightly routine verbatim. Her mom always taught. He sat down on the edge, making my body tip into his dip. The movement pushed my arse cheeks together and I felt the flare of the butt plug dig into my skin. I wiggled into a more comfortable position. I was looking forward to taking it out. Though I didn’t mind the weight and the press of it, I couldn’t move without it reminding me with a slight thrust into me. How was I meant to go through a whole night, waiting for him to touch me?“No. It’s not porn.” Thought it usually was. I closed the. .. um ... I've never ... with a ... um ... woman."I stroked her cheek. "You'll learn, Emily."I pulled off the t-shirt I wore, freeing my braless breasts, still perky with youth despite the fact that I was forty-four. There were definite advantages to being permanently eighteen! Sean's eyes latched onto them as he slowly fucked Emily and a happy thrill tumbled through me. Off came my pants and panties, and I ran a finger through my blonde bush.Emily blanched when I crawled on the desk, sweeping.