. , maybe next time."Glancing out the window a few minutes later, she watched as he climbed into an ancient Mercedes. Catching his side profile as he ...got in his car—she had the strangest feeling that she had seen him somewhere before.As he started to pull away, she couldn't help noting that the car, though old, was in immaculate condition. That car must be the love of his life, she thought as she watched him carefully pulling out of the Café parking lot onto the almost deserted highway.It was. You press me down, keeping me there."Take it, take my fucking cock. I wanna hear you gag on it, come on, gag on my cock you fucking slut," you tell me, pressing my head down harder. It doesn't take long until I start gagging so hard that my eyes water. You release my head and let me catch my breath before you guide me back down."You better make me cum before we get to the campus, or there will be consequences," you warn me. I start sucking harder and faster, twirling my tongue around the tip of. We were waiting to talk with you before releasing anything what-so-ever, Sir." It was a protocol officer from the White House. None of the day staff would have been around when the cottage was attacked, I realized. At least some of them could come in and get to work in the Executive Office Building - just not the White House."We need to be incredibly sensitive about this. Has anyone thought of next-of-kin? We need to make notifications before we even think about the media."The protocol officer. " You already are mine," he answered. "If he even tries to touch you ever again, it will be trouble. He must not be with you. You are mine, now. Not his."Yes, sweetheart. Mark me as yours. Fill my cunt with your cum." Cunt?" he asked as he continued to push his cock into her. This was not the sort of language he expected to hear from his mother."I'm not a candidate for mother of the year, now am I? My son has his cock buried in my puss at my invitation. That makes it a cunt. Not a pussy."All.