PART EIGHT
"Do we have to listen to him on the radio?" First Lady Laura Lee asked as she pulled at the Secretary of State's belt buckle.
"He's our ticket to power and glory!" the Secretary of State said tearing off Laura Lee's black lace panties.
"Oh Baby," Laura Lee growled.
"Laura Lee's husband ranted on the radio, as they tore at each other like savage lizards, their clothes heaped in a pile on the floor of the George Washington Bedroom.
On the radio Laura Lee's husband continued with his speech. He talked about killing people so they could be free. He spoke of invading oil rich countries so the people could be liberated from the tyrant the previous American governments had put in power. He talked of free elections over there, while disenfranchising millions in this country. He called for tax cuts for the rich that left the poor without food and shelter. He wanted to hire more police and fire more teachers.
The Secretary of State and The First Lady squirmed with pleasure as they grabbed at each other. They were oblivious to The President's asinine ranting.
Laura Lee began to moan. It was soft at first-barely audible. As they moved together she began to scream. "Oh Baby!" Laura Lee screamed. "Do me Baby! Do me!"
The Secretary looked at the red flush spreading across the First Lady's neck. She wanted to bite the First Lady's neck. God how she wanted to bite her neck!
"Oh Connie!" the President's wife called out grabbing the Secretary of State's skinny ass. "You're the best baby!"
Secretary of State Connie Pasta had no doubt that was true. She knew she was the best. Certainly much better qualified to run the country than Laura Lee's idiot husband. She was also patient. Her time would come. Sooner than most people could guess. For now though, her immediate fear was that her tongue would go numb before she could get The First Lady off.
"Do we have to listen to him on the radio?" First Lady Laura Lee asked as she pulled at the Secretary of State's belt buckle.
"He's our ticket to power and glory!" the Secretary of State said tearing off Laura Lee's black lace panties.
"Oh Baby," Laura Lee growled.
"Laura Lee's husband ranted on the radio, as they tore at each other like savage lizards, their clothes heaped in a pile on the floor of the George Washington Bedroom.
On the radio Laura Lee's husband continued with his speech. He talked about killing people so they could be free. He spoke of invading oil rich countries so the people could be liberated from the tyrant the previous American governments had put in power. He talked of free elections over there, while disenfranchising millions in this country. He called for tax cuts for the rich that left the poor without food and shelter. He wanted to hire more police and fire more teachers.
The Secretary of State and The First Lady squirmed with pleasure as they grabbed at each other. They were oblivious to The President's asinine ranting.
Laura Lee began to moan. It was soft at first-barely audible. As they moved together she began to scream. "Oh Baby!" Laura Lee screamed. "Do me Baby! Do me!"
The Secretary looked at the red flush spreading across the First Lady's neck. She wanted to bite the First Lady's neck. God how she wanted to bite her neck!
"Oh Connie!" the President's wife called out grabbing the Secretary of State's skinny ass. "You're the best baby!"
Secretary of State Connie Pasta had no doubt that was true. She knew she was the best. Certainly much better qualified to run the country than Laura Lee's idiot husband. She was also patient. Her time would come. Sooner than most people could guess. For now though, her immediate fear was that her tongue would go numb before she could get The First Lady off.
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