I will be accompanying the First Lady and her team.”I eyed him curiously. He was in his late twenties, and a naval lieutenant is the same as an army... captain, an O-3. “Oh, okay. What’s the plan? What’s next? These two need to collect a cameraman and get some clothing and gear, I guess.”“Let me handle that, sir. We’ll fly out of here at 1900. Let me talk to these folks for a moment, and then we’ll get out of your hair.”I let him do his job and went over to my wife. “Of all the ridiculous getups. "Allison had seemed disappointed for some reason but George didn't really understand why and besides he had other things to do.He picked up the folder that Erica had left behind, catching himself lifting it to his nose to see if it still held a trace of the scent she had been wearing. Feeling foolish, he dropped the file to the desk and opened it.As he had suspected, Erica adopted an extremely organised approach. The various invoices and receipts had all been categorised and filed together in. ”Like clockwork, I felt a rush of blood to my cock. I slyly pulled my fingers out and began to lick my fingers as if it was an ice cream cone. She laughed seductively. For the next hour, I had no idea what Mrs. Garcia was talking about. We could have been learning algebra or agriculture; I would not have been paying attention either way. My eyes were fixated on the clock, waiting for the clock to strike 12:30 and for that bell to ring. And then my wish was granted.As we exited the class, Wendy. What kind of leader would I then be if I did not let my own staff have their way with me?"Madam President, the journalist is here", my secretary said. Lara was not just my secretary, but also my granddaughter, though she looked to be in her mid-twenties while I still looked like eighteen or nineteen. She was dressed like a slutty secretary from some cheap porno, much like I hoped would be enforced by law as soon as I could get my ideas past parliament."Ah, that's very good, dear", I answered..