Obviously Hawk Dryden was not using the retreat this week, or there was no way they would let me within ten miles of there. That was too bad. I would ...ave enjoyed seeing him again.The trip took almost an hour, and we were setting down on the Camp David Helipad. My Marine escorts led me to Birch Lodge where dignitaries usually stayed. Though after the attacks that killed Charles Thornton and his family, Camp David was closed to guests during my time as President.Left by myself, I wandered the. Then again anything that bleeds for 4 to 5 days a month and lives can’t be sane.”A snort came from Bob and a chuckle from Mr. Roth. After the appropriate pause I continued.“The issue with Mr. Lindquist is many fold. First, he stuck his hand in my cookie jar. I refrained from physically teaching him a lesson and let him do it to himself. Then the prick tried to get me put in jail. He’s lucky I have plans or I’d have some retribution to dish out.”Mr. Roth leaned forward onto his desk and looked. I was trying to match the rhythm but was failing. She was giggling and moved close to my body. She took the steps and made sure that our bodies were in sync.She turned around and held my neck with her hands. My crotch was on her ass, and my dick started to grow hard. She noticed the bulge and started grinding her ass on my dick. We were breathing heavily. I just couldn’t resist and slowly turned her around.I looked into her eyes and knew that she wanted the same thing as me. I gently placed my. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "I sure do! You're beautiful!" "Why, thank you," she said, smiling. I looked into her blue eyes, which were made up exactly as I hadrequested. Big gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears under her long black hair. Then I felt the toe of her shoe caressing the back of my leg and I lookeddown at the other, which rested on the foot rail. What I saw was a red pump, but the pointed toe was covered with goldmetal. The lower half of the very high stiletto heel.