Kenny!..." She panted out breathlessly, finally lifting up her face to see my contorted expression as I felt another wave of orgasm pumping from me. I... could almost make out a smile on her wide eyed face as she watched mine twist and grimace with each stroke of her hips and squirt of my cock, as if she were reveling in her new found power over me as I continued to come helplessly under her motions. Her hands were pressing down hard on my shoulders as she continued to hump away, long after I had. ‘Forgive me my lord,’ the aide quickly says. ‘I will figure something clever.’ You had better. If this gets fucked up then you will be the first to feel my wrath. ‘It will be done as commanded,’ the aide says assuredly, but the screen has already gone blank. ‘Fuck,’ he says silently before stepping out of the room. The aide heads down the hall which is nearly empty having been previously cleared on Todd Nichols, director of the FBI, recommendation. Other than the aide the only other people in. She imagined the man standing on the corner in front of Big Apple Bank — a rendezvous of his choosing — tapping his loafer-clad left foot while pretending to read The Gotham City Times. The thought occurred to her that the lenses in her sunglasses were not tinted darkly enough, for the obnoxious clique of bovine paralegals would spot her en route to their daily grazing and then add to the usual fertilizer back at the farm — the firm, that is. Hearing no mooing within earshot set her mind at. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when before football practice I found Roy, looking nervous, waiting for me outside the training room.“I thought I had to come to you for flight lessons,” I said as we shook hands.“They asked me to come here for the press conference.”I pulled my phone out and found that somehow the ringer had been turned off. I had six messages from Frank and Caryn, followed by several text messages.“Hang on, I need to call a couple of people before we meet the press,” I told.