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1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Washington District of Columbia

Oval Office:

Me: Madam President, how are you coming along at signing the bill that hit your desk this afternoon?

You: I am a little reluctant to sign without fully understanding some of the boilerplate and technical jargon, yet I’m getting that oh so familiar itch.

Me: That’s highly inappropriate and besides, this desk has probably seen its fair share of christenings. Voters are looking forward to your speech you have been drafting up for tomorrow

You: Well, maybe my chief of staff can do his fucking job a bit more patriotically! Did you really think first man was going to be just peachy with me? So make yourself useful and start writing my memoirs. Any pipe dreams you had gallivanting around D.C. with a bimbo assistant on one arm and a floozy administrator on the other are null and void at this point. We have kids to set an example for heaven’s sake.

Me: Roger (takes pants down to ankles)

You: Oh God you already have a hard on! Don’t think I forgot why I married you for a hot second. Still, it takes only a moment for you to pull out that trouser snake and get this juicy and wet like a couple of horny teenagers again.

Me: Truly I am a blessed soul to get to munch on that sweet pussy before making another miracle with you.

You: Look at this sweet candy ass I’ve got for you, Adam.

Me: Soon I’ll toss it, before I boss it.