I was close to fainting when you came in.’She laughed and said, ‘I would never have done that, whatever I thought. You do look great, how did you ...earn to do the makeup? It's very classy.’I grinned, ‘The internet, you can learn anything on there.’She held my hands and looked me up and down. ‘A very classy lady indeed, is Sarah. I can see you have learnt to walk in heels as well. I bet that didn't come from the internet.’‘No, that was sheer torture.’She grinned broadly, ‘We girls have to suffer. I bet we could make a lot of money if you did this instead of bitch at everyone”. Amanda said something but it was impossible to make it out with a cock in her mouth, “you’re such a slut, you can’t even stop sucking my cock long enough to say something to me. What kind of president are you? Can you image what people would say if they knew what we did?” Amanda moaned as Michael said this to her, she reached down under her skirt and began to rub her clit though her panties. “Does sucking my cock. When she came out of the bathroom, she stared at me for a moment and I blushed. I was going to have to get used to being so frankly appraised. When I returned to the bedroom, her silk pajamas were on the floor near the bed. I shrugged out of my bra and slid my panties down my legs as she watched."What side of the bed do you like?" she asked."Wherever you can cuddle me best," I smiled.I lay on my left side with a big fluffy pillow under my head. She curled behind me with her belly against my. She put the car in park, and then stepped out her Mustang. She was wearing what she called her battle gear. Her hair was pulled back with a hair band, her upper body was covered by a black leather jacket over a hand made white sleeveless turtleneck. Covering her lower body were black leather knee high boots, and a black leather miniskirt. She would have worn her biker gloves, but she hadn’t unpacked them yet. Dressed like that, Terry was ready for battle. She was a young woman on a mission..