The office had already been at work. Today’s intelligence reports were neatly stacked on my desk. The agency specialists had highlighted items by wh...t they thought I should give special attention to. I made my own highlights for the cross examination I would give them in the meetings.Another paper had the funeral arrangements for President Thomas. His body was to lie in state in the Rotunda for two days; that would be Thursday and Friday. A service was to be held at the National Cathedral on. ”“Some false excuse, yes. She doesn’t seem too pleased though.”Kirim was right; Honack looked very irritated at being abandoned in a sense by her husband. However that irritation was swiftly suppressed when Amantil approached and began talking to her.“I suspect Manny’s giving Duvrach enough rope to hang himself with,” I chuckled.“Honack’s going to be devastated when she finds out,” Kirim pointed out.“Possibly, it depends on what Manny intends to do. I suspect an accident is about to befall. Beg me to let you cum in Becca’s mouth like the slut slave that you long to be.? As I sucked on her nipple and looked for the right words to say to please her I began to feel the electricity in my pussy build. Becca was masterfully working me over now despite that her cunt was being cropped from behind and it was all too much. I opened my mouth to beg my mistress to let me cum. I wanted to tell her that I was a little humiliation slut and need to have her expose, humiliate and punish me. I. In fact he could have tossed her skywards with one good thrust of his hips, but he certainly wasn’t going to, not now at any rate. She was trusting in his passivity and he wasn’t going to disappoint her, she sure wasn’t disappointing him. But what now? She was rising, she was leaving, she was pulling herself off him! Though slow, slow, slow. A desperate loneliness gripped at him as the warm squeezing round his penis ebbed away. Soon nothing remained but that first round kiss of her well on his.