"Are you Patrick Phillips?" He asked."I am," I responded. In perfect unison, they both snapped out wallets, showing their Secret Service credentials f...or my inspection."Sir, the President of the United States would enjoy the honor of the presence of you and your family, at your convenience, at the White House," he stated formally. I had to admit, I was a little taken aback."We would be delighted, of course. May I ask what this is in reference to?" I asked politely."The President sends his. “He was just trying to embarrass you, don’t worry about it.”“Yeah, well, he succeeded.” She composed herself and stood by the car door. “Do I look okay? I wasn’t sure what to wear. I mean, I know it’s not a real date, but we’re supposed to make it look like one in case anyone sees us, so I figured—”“You look fantastic. Just perfect.”She smiled. And blushed, but just a little. “Thanks. Okay, let’s go then. Are we eating before the movie or after?”We watched the movie first—mindless in the mould. Also, Becky had reached down and begun stroking my cock through my boxers while telling the story, and I was powerless to resist her now."So I thought about it, but I didn't really want to get totally naked, especially in front of Paul. But Mark was telling Paul about how great my boobs look and how firm my butt is, and they kept joking that I wasn't being fair to humanity by not letting people see them. It was really funny and flattering, so finally I told them that I would let them see me in. So I took my car and left. I drove for about a mile but I kept on thinking of her. I could not make up my mind to leave. So on the next U-turn I turned my car around and reached the office. She was still at the parking lot sitting on the stairs and crying.She wiped her tears when she saw my car coming towards her. I got down the car and stood near her. I did not have any bad intentions. She was just my colleague who needed some support. I just wanted to be there for her. So I just sat beside.