Wrathion grinned and began slippingthe costume on, relishing as the smooth and slightly warm pale skinrubbed against his own. It was like donning some...thing of the finest,softest silk, yet the costume embraced and rubbed just a little to makethe experience highly erotic. The flat crotch with a fully shaven slitcovered Wrathion's member as he continued donning the suit. Pulling theglove-like arms on he continued working using the pale hands of the suitrather than his own, adjusting and prodding. But now, standing before it, she felt completely in awe of it. Both terrified and drawn to it, she mused that this must be the feeling when a slave gives themselves to a Master. Of course she had no intention of giving herself to this object, no matter how beautiful it was or how erotic. The walls of her dungeon were covered in mirrors and she caught sight of herself from every angle, looking every bit the erotic vision of perfection that she felt. Dropping to her knees she clasped her. One Saturday night I had been out around town and went straight to bed about 1am, I got up to go to the loo and on my way back mum came out of her room we met on the landing.She was naked as always and so was I. I have no idea why may have been the booze but the sight of her breasts and hard nipples reacted on me straight away and my cock went rock hard.Mum laughed and joked I must have had a good night, she joked about the hair on my chest in a completely un-sexual way.I compared the hair on. " No, thank you, Mr. President. God, that sounds weird- calling my brother 'Mr. President'!"With that, 41 year old widow Thalia Sanders was hired to be the official hostess of the White House. She moved in the next week, and immediately got to work on refurbishing. She was very pleased when her brother issued a directive that she was to get the East Wing, with as much staff as required. After all, if she was to function like the First Lady, she could use the First Lady's perks.She already loved.