Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Home. She got up, and started to walk out. I snuck up behind her and pushed her against the wall. I changed my mind, you ...fucking whore. Spread your legs. She Did as she was told and I drove my cock into her extremely wet pussy. “OhhhGOODDDDDD she moaned. Yesss fuckin give it to me master. Make me fucking hurrrttttt”So I did. I grabbed her by the hair and took her to her knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Bending her over I fucked her from behind.. Tom really screwed up their worldview, though. Instead of AF-1, he returned everyone to a mall in downtown Washington D.C.I guess it was a pointed way of saying, "We can do anything to you. We can put you anywhere we want to."Tom had again dispensed with his disguise. He said he was tired of pussy footing around with everyone. From now on, attacks or attempts at abduction by the government, were going to be met with disappearing agents and equipment.While we had the president's attention, Tom. ”“Okay then, I will only be fucked by my black lover; he will have my body, indefinitely!”We were snuggling and kissing for hours, and then I asked, “Could I just slide my dick inside your panties and let it rest on your shaved pussy baby?”“What? No way; you know the rules, the only cock to go near my pussy is my black lovers."“I understand baby and I’m sorry for asking.”She pulled the covers back and I wondered what she was doing; she pulled at the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down,. Musicians, actors, pro athletes, ceos, anyone with plenty of cash to spend on a night of personal pleasure, was welcome here. Complete privacy and secrecy were promised. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor did. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their building. Many a paparazzi woke up confused in a random hotel bed with a splitting headache when this option was requested.As to what the clients could.