Her feelings were not far off.Bethany did have work to do. She returned to clothing storage, calling Carmen to make sure Allison’s dinner would be r...eady. Her next call was supposed to be to the boss, but she was dreading it. She was uncertain as to why, though. She closed her eyes and thought, picturing the last time they spoke. Every time she heard his voice it seemed to echo as “Truth” in her mind. It was something in his voice. She didn’t know if it was magical or some trick, but she was. My first mistake was to acknowledge this and soon as the words escaped my lips, Joyce abruptly pulled Jodie’s hair, yanking her face from my crotch as my dripping wet cock just twitched and shook with the need to blow. “WAIT!” Joyce shouted. Realizing that this command was for me, I again tensed up and tightened my PC muscles and took a deep breath. It took all my energy to contract my lower abdomen region and squeeze tight. Suddenly I felt a firm pressure between my anus and my scrotum. . I watched myself, as Kevin, completely own the audience in the Rose Garden, and I got to see the shocked faces of the President's staff as I did it.Having lived through being Vice President, and then President, none of this came as any surprise. I could have given Hawk lessons on how to make the most of the brief spotlight I managed to shine on him, today, but I knew he wouldn't listen.The New York Times, of all papers, led with a front page editorial commenting on my Rose Garden moment."A. I asked, "Please, give me more." She did and when it was thrust all the way in, there was this wonderful little nub that hit my clit. She started a rhythm of pushing in and out, touching my clit and my insides at the same time. She started coaching me along, "Come on baby, work with me. Rock for me. Oh, yeah…that's right. Tweak your nipples. Good girl likes being fucked by Dorothea. Good girl likes a big cock in her hot cunt." My face was flushed and I felt my orgasm near, though I wished for.