I needed something. I thought, how about my suntan lotion, that is slippery. I got it and spread some on my cock and put a healthy dose on her ass. I ...spread her legs open and aimed my cock at her asshole. I pushed. Her ass was tight. She was incoherent. I pushed hard. In it went. I pumped a few times. I pulled out and applied more suntan lotion. I jabbed my cock back in her ass. Fuck it was tight. She did ask at some point, slurring her words "What the fuck are you doing?" I said "Exactly. “Thank you, Mr. Chief Justice,” President Jim Marwood answered grimly.Now he had to run a country ... and a national campaign. His party was sure to put him in as the nominee. He’d need a Vice-President to boot, who would have to serve as his running mate in the campaign as well. That stupid bitch Montez never got around to picking a Veep, probably because she was busy screwing her cabinet officers, he supposed. Silly slut, even if she was from his own party! She was a fake Latina, anyway .... 'What do you mean?' 'I mean, you can study music theory for years, pass all the exams, but you still won't be able to play symphonies and stuff less you practice as well, willya?' Keyboard Doug. It was out now, laying on the table between us, but she looked like nervous was still arguing with determined. Time to soothe her a little. Click. Well, there's a bonus.'Kirsty, lemme guess: you've kept Spring Break clear, but now you're wonderin' if it's such a good idea. That right?' She didn't say. ” His smile was dangerous. “You know how things are gonna be and you wouldn’t want them any other way. From now on, you only touch that pussy when I tell you to. Got it?”She nodded quickly.“Say it. Say ‘yes, sir’.”She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”His eyes met hers and he smiled. It scared her a little. She’d known him since she was tiny. How could this be the same man who’d told jokes, bought ice-creams, played board games and attended family barbecues? But at the same time, she was the very same girl.