She leaned over and untied my legs from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handcuffs, allowing me to stand up. My knees were weak from all... the abuse, and a little stiff from being in the same position for at least three hours by now. I was a little wobbly at first but it felt good to stand. She moved me to one side of the table to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the direction of the sofa, and told me to stand still. I could hear the table being moved across the floor away. .............................................................God! What a sight. I was sitting on the edge of the Clarke’s king size bed, my legs were spread wide and my semi hard cock was lying across Mrs. Clarke’s face, as she sucked my balls."I've gotten used to this cock, Peter. I'm going to miss it."She laughed when I croaked out a simple, "Yeah!"Her head bobbed lower and she ran her tongue through my ass crack, circled my anus, before catching my left ball in her mouth and sucked again."Do. It was 2100 when the affair closed down for the night.I went to my desk in the Oval Office; the girls and the boys had turned in as soon as we landed as the jet lag had proven just too much. My desk was neat and orderly with piles tagged with their importance. I took the most important pile and read for an hour, adding questions and thoughts in the margins. I crawled into bed with Jenny and Marcy. Lorrie had Sara in the bed with her tonight; she must have been fussy.I was up at 0500 - the Emir. He assumed that the kids were tired from their day in school and evening at the hospital. It dawned on him that they might be worried about their mother. He decided that he could make some generalized comments about recovering after appendectomy without having to talk about Janet explicitly. Their reaction had been lukewarm at best. Sarah had continued to text her friends while Will stared out the window.Breakfast was at a chain restaurant that morning so there hadn’t really been much of a.