Her dam burst. Her legs immediately opened. She pushed him away and let out a muffled scream. Her eyes were closed, her breathing in rapid shallow spu...ts, beads of perspiration formed on her body. She lay there for a while, perfectly still. As her orgasm began to subside, she turned on her side and curled into the fetal position. She felt her clitoris throbbing wildly, giving her delightful mini-orgasms. Hitesh had taken his trousers off. His absurdly engorged penis stood up straight. He lay on. While we were leaving the pub, my lover kept telling me, “Let’s go to the washroom and have a quickie. You want to have it right? Let’s do it here right now.” And Rashi kept caressing my cock while saying it.I had already booked the cab and it came in a couple of minutes. I made her sit in the cab and we were on our way to the hotel.In the cab, she took my hand and placed it over her naked pussy and whispered in my ears, “Rub it.” Even though it was what I wanted earlier, looking at her. Except I turned around and saw Mr. Fitzpatrick coming to me with a cup in hand. The same cup as before.“There you are, you know you forgot something,” he admonished me, “You forgot your treat.”He handed me the cup, and beneath it I saw a hundred dollar bill folder up and hidden from casual view. I took the cup and thanked him with a sweet smile. The hundred went to my pocket and he waited as I held the drink. “Go on now, have a taste.”Oh god, there was no doubt. He’d cum into this cup and now. There was the de rigueur request for a pardon, which I refused. Cheney was invited on This Week to give his opinion. He stated that, “President Buckman’s cold-hearted and cynical refusal to pardon an honorable public servant was akin to leaving a man on the battlefield!”At that point, Fletcher Donaldson, a guest journalist on their ‘Powerhouse Roundtable’ who was now Washington bureau chief for the Baltimore Sun and an accredited White House Correspondent, replied, “Mister Secretary, you.