You find time to have dinner with the First and Second Ladies

You arrive at the White House Residence at 8pm sharp with your wife, after a mind-numbingly boring meeting on updating road maintenance protocol with officials from the Department of Transportation.

Waving away your remaining aides, you and your wife are let into the Residence by the Secret Service agent outside.

"Welcome!" the First Lady says and leads you to a circular dining table with formal cutlery and napkins.

Soon the three of you are laughing and chatting, while the kitchen staff brings several courses of delicious, gourmet meals.

Suddenly, while you are still chewing some delicious baked salmon, you feel a high heel rub against against your dick. You glance up to the ladies and see that they are both still engaged some gossip about the wife of the Secretary of State. You feel the high heel rub harder against your rising cock and glance up again.