There on the bed was the maid – asleep. She had a textbook “organic chemistry” open next to her. I stepped back into the hallway and closed the ...door. I wasn’t sure what to do. Obviously, she wasn’t there to steal something. She was just a college student exhausted from work and study. Still, whatever I was going to do, I didn’t want the attention of housekeeping. I pushed the maid’s card down a few doors and re-entered my room. She was still asleep. I took sat down on a chair and stared. Even. I found that hard to believe - with all the advantages, money and the top computer people in the world - that the federal government was always behind with information.The stack of paper that Ben and I needed to clear up was small enough that it would be gone by Thursday. All the new cases were now landing on Ben’s desk after I reviewed them.After lunch I met with the President in the Oval Office; not only was the President there but also Troy and several more of the President’s official. I slipped the nylon stocking over my hard cock like a condom and began to slowly stroke my black nylon covered cock, I was unaware of time or place. I was feeling so good, when I suddenly heard the door close. I quickly pulled the panties from my nose, but still stood there with the black nylon stocking covering my engorged hard cock, my face red with embarrassment and one hand wrapped around my nylon covered cock as she walked in. Donna looked at me in total amazement and put her fingers. I engaged all of my senses.With my ears I was listening to heartbeats, sorting them out one by one, seeking the ones that beat the right kind of fast, even rhythm. The greatest lovers always have a pulse that you can count on, just right for propelling blood around their bodies at the speed of passion, their bodies are warmer, their cocks get harder, and their lust runs ever so strong.My eyes were everywhere, mostly slightly downcast; any time I saw a pair of jeans that looked sufficiently.