I shivered as I mounted the stage to where Phillipa Lockwood waited, her face tight. She wore a red-brown pantsuit today, her hair in that tight bun, making her look even older. Though her face was still smooth and lovely. She was young to be a prime minister, two or three years my junior. Warmth billowed up around me. The stage floor was heated, keeping the area safe from the frigid January that gripped the rest of the city. Those women flashing their tits and pussies at me were brave. I loved this technology. It meant I could have my fun in public and not worry about my cock being too cold to get hard. And that would spoil all my fun. I sauntered across the heated stage, smiling and waving to anus the crowd. Women pressed on the cordon of police, screeching in delight like I was one of the Beatles and not a politician. I shivered, my futa-cock tenting the front of my skirt. I paused, blowing them a set of kisses. Phillipa's jaw set. I reached her a few steps later. ass “Madam President,” she said, extending her butthole hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Not yet it's not,” I said, giving her a wink while taking her hand, feeling her delicate fingers. They were cold. I studied her. She had not a hit of lust to her. Her cheeks didn't go pink. Her eyes weren't butt dilated. Her body didn't shudder. Her nipples weren't dimpling the white blouse she wore beneath her blazer. The medicine worked. For now. “There won't ever be the sort of pleasure you're insinuating,” she said, her voice low. She was smiling like she wasn't as angry as a nest of wasps who just got stepped on. “I won't be a slattern with you.” “Well, that's fine,” I said. I turned to the microphones set up. The cameras were rolling. “Thank you, thank you for your warm, and even naughty, welcome.” A squeal raced up from the women pressing on the cops. A few flashed their tits at me, crying out for me to breed them. assfuck Their arms were outstretched, fingers twitching as they bounced and jiggled. Some of them were my age. Older. “Your prime minister has made it quite clear that she won't be my slut.” “I guess then I’ll follow mine.” He stated, and walked down the hallway. And I moved from between her legs, making room for him to take my place. “Yeah.” I said, touching the astral butt gemstone in assfuck my ear. The questions of, I wonder how big his cock was, or I butthole wonder how good he was in bed, shot through my mind. They were incredibly soft. My cunt squeezed ass around my fingers. It was much too early in the anus day to be drinking, and the whiskey had gone straight to her head. I haven’t told anyone. 2 - onboard Shelby, in Re-gen On one hand, it was an indescribable relief to finally have an answer, even if it was just theoretical.