Once her calves were thoroughly treated, I could either go back down to her feet for round two, or I could move up. I still wasn't really trying to st...rt anything, but I could tell by her mellow expression that she was very into the moment. So I moved higher, massaging her thighs. At first I was careful not to go too high, staying at least 3 or 4 inches from the hem of her bathing suit. She was lying back, her head resting against the edge of the tub, her mouth slightly open. One of the straps. However, the circumstances prevent him from stopping you and your party from entering the White House grounds. He has gone on record that your bodyguards can also attend, but they will not be allowed to be armed. The President has discussed this matter with him and cannot change his stance. At this time, the President can ask for his resignation, which he does not want to do, or he must concede and forbid your bodyguards from carrying weapons.“The President is most apologetic about the position. "Marvell, have you ever slept with a married woman before...? Never mind, don't answer that..." she said as she straddled him on the couch, her skirt bunching up toward her waist, revealing her shaved white pussy. Emily leaned forward and kissed him, tasting his tongue in her mouth. Marvell pulled off her shirt, allowing her creamy white, perky breasts to bounce into his face. She looked down at his dark head as he began to suck on her pink erect nipples. Emily began to rhythmically grind her. I have a surprise for you. I didn't tell you earlier. I gave the address of the server to a friend of mine. He's been watching you, too. All evening."What??!" I suddenly sat bolt upright, my face flushing red. Embarrassment, shame, disbelief, and humiliation waged war inside me; I could feel the heat traveling up to my ears. And, buried deep down inside that shame...arousal? My pussy twitched, and I suddenly became aware of how hard my nipples were. "You wouldn't!"I covered my breasts with one.