"Now, young person ... show me where this Princessapality is located. A globe you say?" Yes, your Excellency, it's in the Oval Office." Oh, I've heard... of that ... it's here in my palace ... somewhere." Yes, your Excellency. It's through this door and outside and through this other door." That's very inconvenient, something should be done." He turned to the head of the Detail, "Here, you. Peasant. I need a door ... to the Office. Quickly!" Ah, Sir. Mr. President..."'There's one who'll have to. Don’t be afraid to slobber all over him and make it as messy as possible.”My words seem to entice her because she spits on his cock before she bobs her head up and down his throbbing shaft like a woman possessed. Laurence shudders and moans as he thrusts against the four mouths worshiping him; the sexy sound of their passionate licking and sucking fill the entire room and the scintillating smell of sex infiltrates the air, turning me on even more. Any ounce of sadness that he had earlier has. “Come on. The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”Becca groaned at that, but a light swat to her rump got her moving. They gathered what little clothing they had and went inside. They showered, separately, and then spent the next hour changing sheets, cleaning up, and eating their first decent meal since the restaurant.“Think we’re in trouble for breaking my grounding?” asked Becca. They had both dressed casually, Becca in a short denim skirt and a tank top, and Jack in shorts. I chased and indulged myself often. It was as I was considering a big deal that I had a flash of inspiration. I quickly scribbled a few notes to myself and got back to the deal at hand. When I was finished I walked into my father's office. I told him that I had a special project that I wanted to work on. I explained that I would be funding it myself, and success or failure it would be my enterprise. Dad gave me a cool look and nodded his head. I understood that it was his way of saying that I.