She'd had a long day andshe was more than tired. She'd never imagined when she'd ran forPresident that it would be as hard as it was, but she could ha...ndle it.She had been Governor of Texas for more than twenty years, and because ofthat, her state was number one in the country economically and socially.She was a proud Texan and anyone that asked her would get that sameanswer.She was tall, standing at seven foot five, and she weighed in at threehundred pounds of pure muscle. She had long dark. I am not some high school girl whose parents are waiting inside. And you're overdue for sampling my bartending skills." Just one then," Brandon replied, returning her smile. He watched her unlock her door and followed her into her apartment, shutting the door after them. She hung their coats on the rack beside the door."Anything in particular I can interest you in?" she said, leading him into the kitchen and opening one of the small cabinets above the counter. "I have rum, gin, whiskey, some. She cupped my balls with one hand and gently fondled them, using her index finger to tease my perineum. I was growing harder and harder and soon her attentions, along with the prior fondling soon had that familiar feeling growing in my groin. “Oh fucking hell Mandy, I’m going to cum so hard” I croaked and with a throaty giggle she quickened her pace on my cock. Her on hand still; cupping my balls, the other following her mouth up and down my saliva covered cock. In response I felt my body. It was a large bare walled room with piles of dirty bed linen and towels all over low benches. On one side, the wall was taken up with industrial washing machines. The opposite wall had a dozen dryers. This side of the room had piles of clean linen waiting to be pressed in the huge pressing machines in the middle of the floor. Jason led us in to the lit corner of the room furthest away from the locked door. The time was now near eleven thirty, and I supposed that most of the staff had gone home.