After some time, my heroin said that she is going to sleep and she asked me to sleep in the ground floor bed room. I said ok, as I have no idea about ...anything, even though I have an eye on her, due to some respect. In that house there is only one T.V. that too it is in the bed room at ground floor. As I am not getting sleep, I switched on the T.V. and rotating the channels. By seeing the channels I did not follow the time and I turned up the channels for some mid nigh masala items and at last I. “Congressman, this is John Talbot of the American Petroleum Institute, and Morton Adrianowicz of Dunder Logan Simkins. Gentlemen, Congressman Carl Buckman.”“Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, come in.” I glanced over at Chuck and said, “Thank you, I can take it from here.”“Are you sure, Congressman? I’d be happy to help.”“No, that’s all right. I can handle things.” I was still irritated over the scheduling issue and wanted him away for a bit. I closed the door behind him as he left. When my hands came around his body and pulled him closer to me, he laughed gently before pulling them out and slamming them in again. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted his size, his length, his heat inside me. I took that heat in my hands and guided him to my opening, purring like a cat and pleading with my eyes. He knelt between my legs and I threw my arms up over my head in anticipation. Here it comes… satisfaction as last. He took my hips in his hands and guided his heat into. They wanted me to meet with the producer who was busy shooting test shots with another guy from the party, so I hung out, chatted and waited.The producer finished with a real lean twink, and came over and introduced himself. He said I could pose for some pics, see how it works, and take it from there. We went into the bedroom and he started directing me. Take off your cap and jeans – put back on the biker boots and leave on the armbands and cuffs! His eyes got big when he saw the Treasure.