But at least you own your own business." Technically, I'm a one-quarter partner in the business." I corrected. "So how's your job treating you?" Like ...like an ordinary kid in a house full of honor-students." she admitted. "Yours?" It has its ups and downs." I said. "So, are you here looking for more sacrificial victims to the Corporate God?" She laughed."Not really, the boss has been on me to put pressure on one who's resisting." You don't like it." Does it show?" she asked wryly, then decided. "The DCIS pulled up short, years of training and self-discipline causing his piercing gaze to sweep the room before settling on the face of the President. Collecting the shreds of his dignity, he lowered himself into the only unoccupied chair in the space before the President's desk."What's with all the muscle, Madame President?" he asked, as if nothing had happened."Can't be too careful these days, Donald." Stephanie replied. Let him think she feared for her life after the assassination. Lia still wanted to feel desired though. She craved passion, fun and spontaneity. And as she rhythmically rammed her big, black dildo up inside of her, she thought of how she'd really like to be fucked hard, up against the wall and cry out in reckless abandon. She wanted to be removed from this Madonna role and be a dirty slut for a while. She didn't want to have to think about responsibilities, about how people would frown on the behaviour of her. "You know she has two young kids, don't you. Especially when he had too much to drink." She wrung her hands nervously, her body tensed, doubled over. "His breath would smell, sometimes his body odour was disturbing, to say the least. So, yes, I turned him away then. And when he wanted oral sex. I would not, will not do that, ever!" Did he try to stimulate you orally?" Berthold, do we have to talk about all that? Whatever sex might be, it should never be a matter of force, of hurting, of demeaning." Karla, it should be obvious to you, too,.