I looked up at her and stared into the lust blazing in her eyes, a smile broadening across her face as she lowered herself on me. My hands worked thei...r way up her hips as she leaned forward and melted into my chest our lips meeting. “God! You feel incredible,” I groaned as she started rocking back and forth in my lap. My hips moved in sync with her. Her breathing was quicker now as she moaned in my ear. Then she arched her back and tossed her head side to side. “Oh, that feels good,” she said. Once the car settled into place and the door opposite the one I entered opened, I set down the box and pulled open the gate. Noticing Molly's momentary worry turn to complete joy, I quickly went up to her and kissed her and hugged her. "You okay?" I asked."You're here," she said. "Now how can we help?"Grabbing the box from the elevator, I brought it into the VIP room and placed it on the floor. A rather plain space with small wooden tables seating four uncomfortably and two intimately in padded. Following each other to and from the rest room as girls do. Then rejoining with the guys for more relaxed discussions drowned out by smoke and bass thumps. I started to notice constant contact between me and her as the night went on. When we'd stand shed come over and wrap her arms around my neck, burying her cheek into mine, kissing it before making a comment about our tits pressing together. I of course lightly went along, letting her feel me up under my boyfriend's North Face Coat, both of. When a known radical with a plastic but lethal blade eluded Secret Service screening and got to the front row of a line of people wishing to shake his hand and attempted to assassinate Hal, the American people were furious. The fact that the president himself actually disarmed his attacker only added to the legend who was Hal Franks. The country quickly had a new Secret Service director and the elite agency received a thorough house cleaning. Cleaning out do nothing, incompetent bureaucrats was.