That feeling was back. That intoxicating feeling. Every thrust was almost drilling into my head. Faster, harder, stronger, he kept going and all I cou...d do was moan out and take his pounding. Mercilessly, he took my pussy, fucking me till I couldnt take it anymore. I came again, my head getting lighter, all I could do was look around, seeing my Aunt look back at me, a mixture of anger and pity towards me it seemed? I couldnt tell. And before I could think anything, I was filled up again. He let. " I told her, she told me to wait a bit and wewould leave.She had me follow her in my car. We went back into Daytona and to aneighborhood I knew to be very industrial. It was sort of a mall forcompanies to have small storage sheds or offices in low rent. We parkedand went to one of the garage/sheds. She knocked on the door and weentered a world that had only existed in my fantasies. Thee were chairsalong the walls that were painted black. There were many mirrors on thewalls and also on the. I climb the ramp to Air Force One, barely able to remember to acknowledge the people lined along the red carpet between Marine One and the stairs. She's inside. I get so sick of hearing "Hail to the Chief" when I need her so badly. I'm so glad that frigid wife of mine, FLOTUS, decided not to accompany me on this trip. The bitch took her damned time before she made her decision and made it a tougher op to get my true love, I guess I should call her MOTPOTUS, Mistress Of The President Of The. Before he had spoken a word, the count saw in the next room a veiled woman, who had followed closely after Baptistin, and now, seeing the count with a pistol in his hand and swords on the table, rushed in. Baptistin looked at his master, who made a sign to him, and he went out, closing the door after him. "Who are you, madame?" said the count to the veiled woman.The stranger cast one look around her, to be certain that they were quite alone; then bending as if she would have knelt, and joining.