After a few hours of walking along the river the jungle started to clear, I picked up movement from the river, looking over I saw a large crocodile li...ke animal, it had started to lunge at me, I jumped back stumbling away, it continued onto the land, I scrambled back. When its mouth got near enough I gave it a swift kick with my armored feet, it retreated back into the water, looking for easier prey.I stood up looking around, I decided to stay farther back from the river, the jungle was soon. He saw someone in her late twenties, pretty yes but not celebrity beautiful, slim and of medium height with shiny auburn hair. Her face was vaguely familiar but to be honest many such girls had worked in his office over the years so that wasn't surprising. She was wearing a simple black dress, short but not too short, high heels and black nylons, stockings or tights, he wasn't sure, but it was what he might have expected her to be wearing, so far so expected. Recovering his composure he invited. Charlie mostly seemed the same old Charlie I had always known, but Monrovia had left some other scars on him as well. Every few nights he would get moody, and Marilyn commented to me that our son was going through a lot of beer. A couple of weekends after he got to the White House, I was directed to talk to him, and not by my wife, but by the Chief Usher. A few of the staff people were worried about him. I found him just sitting in one of the gardens on a lawn chair, and sipping from a bottle. I paid for the outfit my Mistress had chosen we headed back to the car in relative silence every now and then we looked at each other and smiled we both knew what tonight would entail each more than the other. She knew the secret she had chosen for me and I knew the secret I had gotten for her.When we made it back to the house it was already quite late so my Mistress told me to make dinner.“As part of your punishment and my pleasure, slave, you must cook for me naked. So I can enjoy the view.