Just as he promised, a tow-truck pulled up about 30 minutes later and a heavyset older black gentleman got out and came over to me. I learned his name... was Donald (figured it out by looking at his name tag). Donald spoke with me, laying down my options as he went to work getting my car up onto the trucks flatbed. I could tell from Donald’s voice that he was the guy I spoke with on the phone. As we talked I noticed that he was giving me the ‘One Over‘. I was wearing a tube top (no bra), a. Had she seen what I was doing?“Oh, I’m so sorry, Annie,” she said, “I didn’t mean to startle you. You just seemed to be watching so carefully. Is there something on the lawn?”I was blushing furiously with embarrassment.“What’s going on?” she continued, and went over to the window.“Erm, nothing, Mrs – Abi,” I stammered, but it was too late.“Oh my goodness,” she said. I really thought she would get embarrassed and leave, or go out and put a stop to things. But to my surprise, she carried on. Soon I was stroking him and feeling the slick, sticky pre cum leaking from his tip as I rubbed it all over his cock’s head and shaft. I wanted to suck him, I wanted to taste his cock. Just a few short weeks ago, I would have never tried it, but now, in the dark, hot and horny, I nervously stared to lean over and had just slid my lips over his fat, cock’s head when he stopped me. Man, he really knew how to play me I later realized. He knew how bad I now wanted it but, he gave me an excuse of his. This way, I gave her a get-out-of-jail-free-card. I chose to leave, buy a house far away, and take responsibility for myself.I couldn't see how the White House could hold her responsible when I made it so plain and clear.Two things surprised me when the pilots taxied up to the FBO at Marathon Airport. Well, technically, one pleased me and the other puzzled me: Colleen looking positively edible and Catherine looking worried.I decided to take them in reverse order.I waved to Colleen, blew her a.