Dismiss the Trumps

Melania retracts your cock from her throat, and wipes her lips, before smiling up at you.

You turn to Donald.

"Get out of my sight. Do what you're told, and you'll be rewarded with holding on to the small amount of power you currently have. Fail to do so..." you let the threat linger, as the orange hobgoblin stands, tucks his miniscule pecker into his trousers and walks towards the door. He stops and turns.

"Melania...?" he asks pathetically.

The First Lady looks at you, then at her stepdaughter, the envy evident in her eyes, and then walks towards towards the door. You follow her and open the door for them, "Ladies first."

Melania smiles coyly at you, and walks past, and you take the opportunity to caress her arse. The Don's face lights up with embarassment and barely controlled anger, and the President of the United States follows his wife meekly from the room.

Jennifer approaches, with a devilish smile on her face, as the Trumps pass her. Her curves keeping your cock hard. "Negotations went well then I see?" She peers past you and spies the dishevelled looking Ivanka, straightening her dress out and looking like a lost lamb by your desk. "Shall I clean her up and get her settled in?" She asks, as she passes you some paperwork and more upcoming appointments.

"Please, Jen." She brushes your hand as she passes the paperwork to you, completely ignoring the rock hard cock between you.

"Ivanka, come with me sweetie." Ivanka moves towards you both, and as she passes, she lingers, kissing your cheek and tugging your hard-on one last time before she follows your gorgeous secretary deeper into the bowels of your complex.

You return to your desk, and start rifling through the paperwork before you. On to the next meeting.