That meant I took command and control for a period of about thirty-six hours, in which absolutely nothing happened. You might say my presidency had a ...potless record. Sam seemed far better after the pacemaker than he was before. That gave us all hope for a full and active life for him after our terms ended.“Mr. Vice President, The President is on the line. May I put him through to you?” I wasn’t expecting a call from The Cottage, so it must be important.“Mr. President. How may I help you, Sir?”. My tears simply getting you harder, making you **** me even more brutally.Once your unprotected cock shot deep inside me, you'd pull out and move toward my face full of dried tears and make me open my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on the cock that just ****d me. I resist but the more I express my discontent, the more turned on you become until your cock would be solid once again, and my mouth would be well on its way to bringing you off once again.Shoving your cock deep into my throat and. I knelt upright and brought one leg from behind me so that I could stand on it. With all my strength I raised my body a couple of inches into the air but the agonising pain that shot up my rectum caused me to crash back down again straight onto my unprotected face. My body rolled over on its side and for a while I could only lie there, totally exhausted.I'd left it too late anyway as soon afterwards some of the men came back and dragged us both to a large bathroom. The bath was one of those big. The guys were so intent playing with Susan theydidn’t notice Lanny’s return.Lanny walked over to the bar and watched as the two guys were takingturns kissing her ears and neck and making sure she didn’t doze offwhile she stared off into space. First Chet and then Joe woulddrive his fingers into her bare arm pits and tell her it was time toplay “wake up.” As Susan went wild twisting from the tickling, shewould flop her swinging tits into their waiting hands.Susan’s eyes would pop open with a.