”Pamela decided to keep quiet and listen. A stratagem I should employ more often.“He checked out the next morning. My client. The desk clerk hande...d him a DVD that had been hand-delivered. It was a sex tape. Shot the night before in his hotel room.”Pamela opened her mouth, then closed it. I need to practice that.“I’m in that same room, 806, and at least one hidden cam is still there.”“No!”“Yes.”“Shit shit shit.”Ah, a human New Yorker. Maybe I should tell her about John Jay. Two city girls. Her firey red hair dripping wet down her back turned me on even more than I could have imagined. To my complete and utter shock, Dre asked if she could wash me. I felt my heart skip what felt like a thousand beats. I bit my lip and nodded my head yes. I couldn’t wait to see where this was going. She ran her hands over ever inch of me. She started by shampooing my hair. Running her fingers through my long locks, massaging my scalp until moans escaped my lips. She rinsed the shampoo away from my. “So sir do you have any questions for me now you are here?”My cock throbbing from the peak of your bare pussy. Dirty naughty thought race through my head. “Yes I have a question. Do you always dress like this for class?” I stand up looking you in your eyes.“Yes sir. I guess its like my school outfit. Why do you ask?”My cock now doing my thinking for me. My hand moves fast under your skirt and to your bare pussy cupping it. “Well if you are bending over all the time flashing your students your. Hah! He would sleep with his own mother if he thought it would earn him a buck. So why would the Feds be interested in you Mr Ogilvy?"'Here comes the crunch' David realised. 'Truth or dare'."Its like this Mr Costello, I'm aware that the President of the United States is one corrupt son of a bitch, and he knows that I know. So he wants to get rid of me."Costello raised his hand. "Enough for now." turning to the men surrounding David, he said, "Guys, get yourself something to drink and go watch.