Each night was a different VP and on the last evening there was a reception. It was by no means a formal event but dress was not casual. It was a well...run event.My story takes place just before one of these seminars. It was a Saturday evening and Paula was upstairs packing for a Sunday flight while I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. I went upstairs to our bedroom to change into something more comfortable to relax and watch TV, you know, T-shirt and some baggy gym shorts.. Being single, I had restricted my dating to within the pool for simplicity’s sake. As a result, when I retired, I had about a dozen women who I could call depending on what my interest was at the time. One woman loved to go to the theater and opera and she was my date for this events. Another was a sports fanatic and would be my date to any game that involved a ball. A few of the women the dozen women I had access too were not sexually active but most were. There were rumors that the girls had. "I beg you! Damn it!" Miss Cole pushed Riley's knees farther apart and shoved her fingers back into her ass. She teased her clit in slow circular motions. She loved the feeling of total control.She looked into Riley's eyes as she said, "I'm going to make you cum next time I get my mouth on your pussy, slut. I'm going to break you down and you will cum uncontrollably."While looking into Riley's eyes, she licked her pussy. She tasted her sweet juices while her pussy throbbed and drizzled around. Working for the President must make you stupid, or something."She went silent after her tirade and I could hear road noise, so she must be driving somewhere."Are you headed home for the day?" I asked reasonably."Nope. I've been home. I'm heading for a certain estate in Chevy Chase, where I am to babysit a sixteen-year-old national hero."I could hear the first hint of humor in her voice and went with it. "Are you really? Is this national hero anyone we both know? Is he cute? Do you think he'll.