He had no desire to move, so only used the residence for entertaining foreign guests, and dignitaries. The first Vice Presidential resident was Walter... Mondale, who moved in after being sworn in in January seventy-seven.We arrived late and had had a full day. It was well after midnight when our staff let us sneak away to bed in a magnificent second floor master suite that reeked of one-hundred years ago. The bed was soft and warm, in all the right ways, and it was no time before my wristwatch. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.'I'll fix that.' She slapped me twice, one on each cheek. 'How did that feel?''Nice.' I lied. It hadn't hurt, but there were traumatic memories, and I was having a hard time not bursting into tears. I'd finally found some sympathy for Rusty.She hit me a little harder, several slow whacks, and there was still no pain. She paused and again ran her fingertips over my bare bottom. It felt nice, but not as nice as the grip her thighs had on my tool. 'Let me know. ”“You remember it?” asked Katie.Brenda nodded. “Most of it. I zoned out now and then, but I do that during lectures, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t go under.”Cynthia gave both of them a confused glance. “What are you two talking about?”“The video,” said Brenda. “Do you remember much of it?”A hint of fear joined the confusion in Cynthia’s eyes. “But we haven’t watched yet, have we?”Brenda chuckled. “Girl, look at the time. It’s almost half an hour later than when we started.”Cynthia clenched her. Then he started pumping it in and out with long steady strokes. I felt another orgasm building up. He started pumping me fast and hard, smacking the balls against my pussy with every stroke. With out warning he pulled the dildo out of my ass and buried it in my dripping cunt. He was pounding away on my pussy, when he paused for a moment and slipped his cock in to my asshole, with the dildo still in my snatch. I guess he must have gotten hard again fucking me with the dildo. I came, this time it.