Her knees had buckled under the force of her release. She was panting, slightly disoriented and the world was spinning a bit. Her hair covered her fac... and it looked like she had just given birth standing up. Clear drops of pee were still dripping from her pussy, much like a faucet that was not completely shut off. She was completely spent!Paige finally took a breath and slumped back into the soaked lounger. She was half laughing, incredulous at all that just transpired. This had only happened. .young man just like you as a lover for some time." She pulled two twenties from the top of the drawer and offered them to me. I leaned forward, took the bills from her fingers and carefully placed them in my pocket."Shall I get undressed now Marcia?" She nodded her head, but said, "Please stand on the bed while you undress Peter. I will pleasure myself while you strip. You don't have to tease me but please...take your time."I slipped off my shoes and socks and moved onto her bed. Her. " Of course, sir," she replies. "Do you have your drivers license?" Actually, no," Obama says. "I didn't drive myself and, honestly, I didn't think I'd need to show any ID. I mean, I am the president." Yes, sir, I know who you are. But I'm afraid that, federal banking regulations being what they are, I'll need to see a photo ID."Obama sighs in consternation."But just ask anyone at the bank," he says."They all know who I am. Everybody knows who I am." I'm sorry, Mr. President, but rules are. What I found there shook me right down to my very soul.When I say soul I don't mean soul in the religious sense. I don't think that kind of soul exists. I don't mean soul in the way a poet or musician does either, although I do believe that kind of soul actually does exist. No, what I mean by soul is the place deep down inside myself where the tiny, unquenchable little flame that is the core of my existence resides. My will, my power ... my self.In my soul I knew what had happened. I could feel.