Relaxing, and deciding on the evening's entertainment.

Frank relaxed, putting on some music and letting his mind drift. The drug had exceeded expectations, and he wondered if he could manage to fuck every woman on the block before his cock fell off. He chuckled, reminiscing about the past days, reliving the fucking and the memory of tight cunts and asses.

He zoned out in an easy chair, letting his body recover as he half dozed, thinking of possibilities, losing himself in the music.

A few hours later he felt refreshed. He made himself a drink and a sandwich and checked his phone, scrolling down the text messages until he found the one he was looking for. With a smile he hit reply and typed.

"Your President has immediate need of you. Do not disappoint him."

Then sat back to wait.