He then went to the classified container, opened it, and removed the classified procedure for actions to be taken on the death of a Vice President, an... began to sweat. He gave the action copy to the duty agent so he could begin calling those responsible for investigating what happened. There was also a message to be sent to the President.Wilson arrived before he had time to read more than just the opening paragraphs of the document. The senior agent closed the document and started the voice. Shall I gently chide you with the sharp edges on my teeth?’ ‘Just do it, girl,’ he groaned. She bent to her task, loving the feeling of his presence, strength and command. She was turned on by the fact that for him at that moment her mouth was nothing more than an instrument of pleasure to satisfy his need to be sucked and sucked and sucked deftly in. He was breathing more heavily by this time, almost trembling as he felt her hands stimulating that part of his shaft that would not fit in the. It was just pushing on every pleasure center in my vagina and I couldn't stop cumming. Soon, I felt him pushing against my cervix. It wasn't unpleasant but I knew that no more of him could go in. I began to raise up slowly and after a few excruciatingly slow strokes, I was riding him at a decent pace. I had adjusted to his size and the pleasure he was giving me was too much to handle. I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. Knowing what I needed, he rolled us back over and began to fuck. You may come in," Mozart said, looking up from his desk with a paternal smile.He wore his reading glasses and was still dressed, but without his jacket and tie. He wore a lavender robe, the sash knotted around his waist, as was the old man's custom in the evening. Mozart was nearing seventy now, three years after Eva had first met him, but he looked the same to her eyes. She sometimes thought he'd always been exactly so; never young, but born old and endless as if he were a constant part of the.