“Alright, sir. Hold on for a second” he says and gave the phone to Oliver.

“Hello, Dad” she says and Mr Clinton sigh In relieve.

“Hope no problem, Dad?” She asked

“No problem, dear. But can you make it here tomorrow morning, we need to visit somewhere together” Mr Clinton said.

“Sure, Dad” she replied and Mr Clinton end the call immediately.

Next day

Sunlight streaming through the blinds of the hotel room, a quiet morning at last, with Oliver in his arms. She was woken up by his hand stroking her bare thigh, gentle touches from the hem of her panties to her knee. He raises his hand to...