Trump’s anticipation had reached its limit. His mind had wandered for the last three hours to what Alexei could possibly have in store for him. He loved sex, no wait he loved fucking. Sex was boring, fucking was wild, dirty and to some people disgusting. Trump had done it all, or so he thought. Every position, every hole licked, sucked and fucked. He couldn’t get enough of it. Manning was his next conquest he needed to have her. He looked at his phone, she would be here any minute. He unbuttoned the next button on his shirt, Manning would be here any minute.

Manning arrived and stepped out of the limousine. She had got changed. She was wearing white adidas trainers, cream coloured shorts, a white Hollister polo shirt which showed her white bra and a white adidas cap. For some reason she was wearing another pair of Oakley shades, white this time. Trump had never seen anyone look like this, it was a bold look that was for sure, but it was one that Manning pulled off with effortless ease. Manning was walked to the door by the secret service detail, laughed and joked with them up the winding path to Trumps cabin which lay on the outskirts of Washington. The cabin was beautifully furnished, an open fire was roaring in the lounge and Trump was about to pour Manning her first drink as she burst in.