Dan het jurkje aan. Het is een beetje krap en met moeite krijg ik derits dicht. Gelukkig heb ik wel een paar bijpassende schoentjes bij hetlichtroze j...rkje. Maar ook deze hebben natuurlijk weer superhogenaaldhakken. Ik doe ze aan en maak de bandjes vast. Pruik op mijnhoofd, sierraden en horloge aan en ik ben klaar. Voor de spiegel staarik naar mijn beeld. Het rokje is wel erg kort. Het komt maar net overhet boord van mijn nylons. En als ik draai, deint de dunne soepele stofvan het rokje met. As it turns out the gentleman was from Bastinia. He has two big restaurants in the country and came to America for business purposes. ‘Your English is very good’ I complemented him and he gave me a very hearty smile. ‘So which language do you speak over there’ I asked him. ‘Well our native tongue is Bastinian. But during the soviet times Russian became the official medium of communication in offices and schools. After the collapse of USSR it stayed that way. We still speak Bastinian at home but. I love you." I love you too."By 10:30 the President had finished her morning meetings. Steve was waiting outside the Oval Office for the last meeting to break up when the door opened and the President's economic advisers walked out, followed by the President in her wheel chair.Steve had both of their coats with him and went to get behind the wheel chair when the President rose and gave him a kiss. "Are you ready?" she whispered to him."Yes. Are you?" I think so. I wonder what their reactions. Tanya took a good grip around the base of my stiffening cock and held it still with the expanding head just a few inches in front of Claudia’s face. “I want you to get this cock nice and hard so I can see it split that expensive little cunt of yours wide open. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours ... that’s it ... closer ... closer ... now slide those beautiful lips right down over the head ... mmmm ... I can see you’ve done this before.”My cock felt right at home back in the hot sucking.