The days of calling and talking to Stacy were over forever, and that kind of depressed me.“Please connect me to the on duty officer at Homeland Secu...ity.” There was no point in explaining this to anyone but the people who could do something about it. A secretary wasn’t that person. The duty officer wasn’t either, but getting a call from a former President reporting a terrorist bombing would get me to the highest ranking official possible at that the of the morning.“Mr. President, this is Deputy. He lifted his big legs and rested them on my back, trapping me between those hairy tree trunks. He reached down and patted my head saying, “Fine blow job faggot. Can’t remember the last time I had a blow job this good. Keep on nursing and let me work up another load I can fill your ass with.”His talk and compliment made me proud. Here was a man’s man telling me that he was enjoying being a man and my throat was the reason why. My ego was swelling and his cock stayed hard.He let me suck for a. I heard Pete's voiceasking me to show my cock. I was half hard from imagining what washappening and I opened my fly and took out my cock. Pete must havebeen looking because he said "Bring it over here to the peep hole,guy." I approached the opening and Pete's hand reached through andgrabbed my cock pulling it through the opening in the wall.I immediately felt a mouth kissing my cock. I knew that it was Petebecause I could feel his slight stubble rubbing against my cock.Pete's mouth opened and. I kept my things and the gifts on the table and went with her in the kitchen. She looked at me and smiled. I kept my hand on her shoulder. She didn’t mind. I rubbed her other shoulder. I moved from the back. I kissed her neck she moaned slightly. I whispered I wanted her.She turned smiling at me. I turned her, leaned on to her kitchen counter. I bit her neck, taking the drape of saree on my lips pulling it down exposing her boobs. I then took hold of them. I started to feel their nipples. (She.