We were making out and I got her shirt open and proceeded to play with her tits. She loved her nipples sucked and kissed and sometimes would gacr an o...rgasm just from her breasts being played with. She would get so wet that I couldn't wait to go down on her. She paused for a second and told me that she wanted me to eat her right away... so how could I refuse. As I licked and kissed my way down from her breasts I would tease her by getting close to her pussy, but then kiss and lightly flick my. .. the harness of a large plastic strap-on dildo in her hands. Once back in my view, she exhibited the phallic object to me, and I licked my lips in appreciation of its bulky diameter and long, ribbed, length. There was a electric sense of tension and anticipation in the atmosphere as, with well-practiced ease, Ms Brewster stepped into the harness, pulled the strap-on up to her waist, and fixed it firmly in place. Then she disappeared from my view again, but I knew that she had walked round. Of course I had to meet all these girls. Cindy, Rebecca,Elizabeth, Brandy, Margaret, Felicia, on and on. I had no chance ofremembering all their names, I just tried to be polite and thank themfor their kind words. They all wore the same standard uniform of thewhite shirt and black skirt with the Mary Janes and lacey ankle hose.Almost all the girls in the room wore that uniform, but there weresprinklings of others in the semi-formal attire like myself. I feltlike I could see Ms Sherrims. A part of this was because there was an immense public interest back in the States in a former President putting his ass on the line when the Clintons didn’t want to. Marilyn and I weren’t too badly inconvenienced by the press. It was an intrepid reporter indeed who would travel to the front lines to try and reach me when we were in combat, and Marilyn didn’t put up with much shit, either. A reporter and cameraman managed to get inside one of the supply tents she was working in, and when they.