She was not in pain, but was experiencing a tremendous release of built up tensions, fears and frustrations. I had accepted her, bound her as if I own...d her and had put her in a place of submission. She felt wanted, needed and loved.I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door. I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM. God! Who could be this inconsiderate?I threw open the door to reveal not only myself, but the freshly scrubbed face of a White House intern. Believe me, they are not all. As I opened the door of my bedroom Icould smell the coffee brewing so I headed to the kitchen and there satMom in her robe."Good morning Elizabeth," she smiled. "Sleep well?"Very well thank you," I said as I grabbed a cup for the soon to be donecoffee. "I was exhausted yesterday, all the stress I guess." Well I have to admit I was a little stressed about yesterday myself,"she said as she took the last drag from her cigarette and snuffed it out."I wasn't really sure what to expect, I hope you. That hard-to-place feeling she always got after a good night's fucking.How long had he been up her? Seemed like hours. She had cum so many times there was was no way she should need it again now -- but she did!Sex was like that, she thought. The more I get, the more I want. No, not want; fucking well need!The drive home did nothing to stop her brain going over the night before. The fucking, sucking, and kissing. His cock in her mouth, cunt, and even her willing arsehole.How she loved sex with. As for what’s going on in that room? A Freshman named Cynthia is fully clothed on her back on her bed, and sitting on her face is Lotte, a blonde, Dutch officer who didn’t even do her the courtesy of moving her underwear out of the way. Cynthia is just smothered, panties and all, digging her tongue into Lotte’s pussy as the blonde, Dutch girl mercilessly rolls her hips, making the bed creak and protest. She won’t stop until she cums, and she won’t give Cynthia anything in return. She never.