Maybe when I replaced him, eventually.I didn’t get exactly what I wanted, since Congress has to fuck with everything. As the saying goes, it’s not...soup until the cook has a chance to pee in it. With Congress, you have 535 cooks, so there is an awful lot of pee in the soup.I also got the budget passed, this one the first that could be labeled as a Buckman budget; again, I got mostly what I wanted. I had to throw a screaming tantrum once or twice, but it got through the system and passed in both. Some weredressed as celebrities some just being themselves. Manyalready had their tits out. Some had their cocks out.Some were fondling themselves. Some were feelingsomeone else. Cocks of all shapes and sizes were pushedinto my mouth. Most came in my mouth and some jackedoff on my face.My jaws were getting tired when the last girl steppedup. She had been the show headliner at the club. A deadringer for Britney Spears. The look. The voice. Hell Ialways wanted to fuck the real Britney Spears.She. Anne reached out her hand for Mike to join us, he was off his seat in a flash, moving behind her and started to stroke her body. It didn’t take us long to get her naked between us and she was obviously loving the feeling of being groped and played with by two sets of hands. I stepped back and let Mike enjoy himself with my wife. I sat down with my cock in my hand, and watched this older man fondle my wife. She reached down and felt of the bulge in his jeans and I heard a gasp. When she unzipped. This gave him better access to my pussy. We stood in the back row and no one in front of us cared to turn around. So for every choir day, Tony would finger my pussy. And I would caress his cock until he came in the pants covering it. I remember one Christmas musical we were performing and the whole time, Tony had snaked his hand up the back of my dress and slid his fingers between my legs and into my pussy.By this time, my little body craved for nothing more than the touch of Tony. For his.