“It’s over, Madam Secretary,” he somberly declares. “We’ve lost. It looks like Trump will have over three-hundred electoral votes. Our frien...ds in the press won’t admit it’s a landslide, but it is. It’s the worst thing that could ever happen, but it’s happened. America voted Trump. It’s over.”“Over?” she asked. Her eyes, distant, drifted to the window and up to the twinkling stars embedded in the blackness of Manhattan’s chilly November sky. “How can you say that, John? What do you mean, it’s. . I was almost naked, just a leather coat and a little costume, and we went in a limo from the airport. He was going to offer me to a complete stranger.” Heather’s legs parted and the towel rode up. One of her hands slid down to her sex. “He told me while we were in the limo that I needed to convince this person to give Master Carl what he wanted. I got ... so turned on. I asked him if he was going to make me suck this stranger’s cock and he just nodded. I asked him to let me suck him before I. ." she said as she licked her lips, "But I want that cum somewhere else."I watched as she gently lowered herself on my pole, her pussy making way for my entrance. She soon began to pick up the pace, driving her ass down on my thighs. "Fuck yeah..." I groaned as I slapped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. I rose my mouth to suck on her tits and she moaned louder, my balls smacking her cunt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, her tits squished between us. All my worries were. She said good night and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, saying that she was glad that I was going to be there for the summer and that we were going to have a lot of fun together. She had a funny look on her face when she said that, but I still thought that she hadnt noticed my hardon, and I just thought she was saying it to be polite. She headed out, going through the bathroom that was between our bedrooms, and I heard her door close. I raced in there, making sure that her door was closed,.