‘Open up.’ He said. She opened her mouth and he thrust himself inside her. She tried to suck it all in, his skin sliding past her lips, she swi...rled her tongue around the head, and pushed his cock further into her throat. Back and forth. Rhythmically. He grabbed her hair and moved her back and forth in the rhythm he liked. Roughly and wild. With no regards for any of the gasping, and chocking sounds she made. He just fucked her in the mouth. He pleasured himself. She felt honored to be. He continued to ask me questions aboutQuinn, about how she tasted and about how it felt to fuck her. I tried toanswer all of his questions, but as he talked about her I kept getting moreand more excited about seeing her. I also felt like this guy was a bit ofa creep, so I could not wait to get to the studio. Finally we drove through the front gates of the studio compound. It wasmassive. It was a huge, sprawling campus. The driver stopped for a momentto check in at the gate and then. I have bared the brunt of jokes from my friends and even complete strangers when I tell them that I am, in fact a White House intern, but I love my job. I am fascinated with politics and I was so excited when Jed Bartlett was elected President 2 years ago, I vowed then and there that I would work in his White House, in whatever capacity they would take me. So when the opportunity came along 5 months ago, I literally jumped at the chance. First off, I should describe myself. I am a mighty 5′ 3′. Lots and lots of moms take their k**s to bed and have sex with them.” “I never even thought of that,” said the boy. “Well, think about it. If you show your mom some of the things I’m going to teach you, she might not be able to help herself. I could see the way she looked at you when she didn’t think anyone was watching.” “You think?” asked Billy, not quite convinced that his mother might really want to do sex things with him. “Well, you might want to.