I have no clue what he's talking about. "Looking like that!" He points to my chest. "Your shirt is buttoned up. He's a special guest and needs special...treatment." "What do you mean?" "I mean unbutton the top of your shirt dummy! Show some damn cleavage! I only chose you 'cause you got the biggest rack here. Now make yourself useful and show some skin!" He slaps one of my tits and walks away before I have a chance to say anything. Gah! That guy makes me so mad!!! I only unbutton the top two. He shook my hand and walked off and as he was walking away he turned around and looked me in the eyes and smiled. By what I had seen so far I really liked him. Every time Justin came backstage he would always look at me first even though I wasn’t the one closest to him and that made me think if he was actually gay like everyone has said or if he is even bi and it gave me a hard-on just thinking of him being gay. At the end of the show he told the security guy to let me walk with him so I got up. I felt his cock slip between my legs and he began the gentle sawing motion that was very familiar to me. I held on to the rails on either side of the stairs and he held on to me. I felt my body respond to him even though this was not what I'd planned. His hand sought me out and I gasped as he plunged a finger into me. It felt wonderful and I relaxed to let him do what he wanted while still holding on to the rails. The rush of the moment came over me and I surrendered as the pleasure began to. Blood was running down his face, dripping off his chin, “Sir we need to get you and your cabinet to the bunker NOW!”The President was moving to stand when Chet the Secret Service Agent was blown into the room. He hit the floor and did not move. Many members of the Cabinet had experience firing weapons. The President knew if he could get to the locked safe in the cabinet behind him, they would at least go down fighting. It took 10 seconds to have the heavy door to the safe opened. President.