“Great.” he replied as he took a seat. Something illegal. To his surprise, Olivia went for her chest instead, seductively playing with her bra-covered boobs as she stuck out her tongue for him, giving him a wink as she readied herself for his load. “I, uh…”
“Dry spell?” Olivia asked humorously, smiling at him. “So what, you believe me now? He began to realize Olivia’s scent and how comfortable he felt in her scent, the feeling of her skin and how unique it somehow felt, the familiarity of being inside her specifically. “No, but there’s something. Normally he’d just pull out his phone and wait, or maybe even pace due to his nervousness, but this time, he just sat down on a table. I hate to bring public attention to this, but it’s important that we function as a team, and as efficiently as possible.” He nodded to the room, feeling his presidential energy asserting on the council.
