crying and said, 'Do you want me to call your mom?'
'No, I'll be home in a minute anyway.' I handed the driver a note I had in my overnight bag and he took it from there. I was driven to LAX. The airport was much smaller in those days, but still busy on Friday's and weekends with lots of traffic. The driver dropped me off in front of TWA and asked if I needed any help. I said no, I was fine. I walked up to the desk and told the woman my name, 'Sharon Weatherby,' and she had a ticket waiting for me. She asked if I knew where to go and pointed me in the direction of the gate.
I usually flew TWA, United, or Continental on national flights — not international — and I even had a little pin with wings, that a pilot who knew me gave me because he said I was an honorary stewardess. He had sex with me on the way back from assignments but no one had sex with me before JFK. There were usually pilots on commercial airlines that were 'regulars,' which meant they knew me and were instructed to keep me under their wing. Sometimes I helped the pilot on flights, but usually I slept up in first class. I think one of these pilots could have even been my friend's father, and he was told to keep an eye on me. I usually curled up in first class and slept for the long flight. When I arrived at the airport in DC, I was met by different people. This time it was a blonde lady in a uniform and she walked me out to a waiting black limo and opened the back door for me to get in. I did and she put my bag in next to me. This was before I met Craig so I was eleven or twelve years old, going on twenty-five.
I wasn't taken directly to JFK but was taken to the area where they operated the 'Lincoln Memorial Shuttle' (oral sex ride). A limo pulled up and I was whisked into the back of it. Once inside I saw that «JohnFeee» was there and he said hello and began tickling me. He played with me and teased me a lot. Then he pulled me over close to him and said, 'Now it's time to be more serious.' And he started kissing me and slipped his hand inside my shirt and felt my breasts. Then he unfastened my bra and pulled my shirt up and began sucking on my nipples. He said that really got him hard to see young, firm breasts and he circled my nipples with his fingers. I didn't like it when I saw his wedding band on his hand while he was doing that to me because even under mind control, I knew who his wife was. Henry had told me to emulate her and so I felt bad… like here was this innocent, beautiful woman and I was having sex with her husband and there was a feeling of guilt-even under mind control.
That day, JFK took sexual initiative and liked being in charge. Before he closed the window and left us alone, the driver had said to him, 'Jack, don't you think we should connect back up to your security?' meaning the Secret Service.
JFK said, 'No. Hell no. I deserve to have a life.' And so we toured around the city while «John-Feee» got himself warmed up-sucking and licking me all over and I gave him a «preview» of the coming event by way of oral sex, backing off just before he orgasmed. He loved to run his tongue over my belly because he said, 'I love young, firm, tummies,' and he loved mine especially because he said it was so tan. He said I had a 'golden tan.'
After awhile, JFK tapped on the inner window in the limo to get the driver's attention and said, 'Stop here.'
The driver said, 'Here, Sir?'
JFK commanded, 'Yes,' and opened the door and grabbed my arm and took me into this small motel. He already had the key to a room and went right to it and opened the door. It wasn't a very nice place but he said we wouldn't be looked for there, that 'certainly no one would come looking for the President in a place like this,' and then he laughed, lit up a cigarette and sat down at the small table and chairs. Taking a puff off his cigarette he said he wanted to take a break to 'enjoy the view' and indicated I was to take off my clothes in front of him.
Slowly, I began removing my blouse and then my skirt, bra and then my nylons attached to my lacy garter belt and then my panties. I had on those plain white ones and for some reason he liked them, so Henry had me wear them with him. Then I stuck my finger into my vagina while I had one leg propped up on the bed and the other holding me up. Then I put my fingers to my mouth and that's when he jumped up and came over to me and said, 'You're a big tease.'
I smiled seductively and he put his arms around me and held me for a long moment and then when he moved back I began unbuttoning his shirt. It was a bit stiff like it was heavily starched and then I rubbed his chest and belly and talked to him about how his hairy chest and hard belly turned me on. I put my fingers in my mouth again. He said, 'I'd like to be where those came from.' I can remember his accent so well. He laid me back on the bed after he pulled the sheets back and he began oral sex. I told him how hot I was for him and began wiggling and moving all over, while I moaned. He said I was making him dizzy and he came up and began kissing me passionately, hard, almost roughly. Then he went inside me and satisfied himself. After he came he pulled back and said, 'Sorry it couldn't have been longer, but I've got to get back.' So he dressed and stepped outside the door and whistled. The driver came right up to the door. He went out and opened the door for me, and we got into the limo and left. The driver dropped him off at another limo to a bunch of Secret Service agents all in a tizzy over where he had gone. He shut the door and walked into the center of them without saying goodbye or acknowledging me.
These agents were really angry with him. I could see him using his hands and speaking to calm them down. JFK escaped from his Secret Service agents often. I heard one of them say one time, 'I don't know how he does it, one slip and he's gone.'
The driver put the window back up and drove me directly to the airport. I picked up my bag and he let me out and said, 'Will you be needin' anything, ma'am?'
I smiled and said, 'No thanks, I have everything I'll need.' And I went to the ticket counter and said, 'You're holding a ticket for me? Sharon Weatherby?'
Handing me my ticket the man smiled and said, 'Your gate's in that direction.'
Henry had me think of the gate numbers as the numbers on billiard balls and all I had to do was follow the line of numbers until I got to the one that matched my ticket. Sometimes I got lost but someone always helped me, often saying, 'Excuse me, miss, but are you lost?'
I'd say, 'I'm looking for gate eight,' and they would point me in that direction. Once I got onto the airplane it seemed like there was always someone there to watch over me and I would go back to sleep. The return synchronization between my mother and me had to be perfect and this time I was driven back to Beth's house to wait by the curb for my mother.
The driver said, 'Just sit here and wait, your mother will be here any minute.' He pulled away from the curb and went and parked nearby. I saw him watch until my mom picked me up. She, too, always waited for me to get picked up when she dropped me off at places. Everyone always waited to make sure the exchange had taken place and I was in the correct hands.
JFK was my first presidential assignment. After having sex with Bob Hope in his 50's, a younger President wasn't as bad. Sharon was the personality programmed to be with JFK and due to the reality that was created for her, she had a lot in common with him, like being Catholic and from an elite family. One time Bob arranged for him to have some time out with me in Key Biscayne. Bob flew me there to take care of him, keep him happy and entertained. The Secret Service agents stood outside. JFK started by shaving and I sat on the counter and watched him. I giggled and hugged him while he stood in front of the mirror with a small white towel around his waist. I licked the shaving cream off his ear and then put my fingers into the remaining shave creme and licked it. Gently, he took my hands away and laughed softly as he explained that you weren't supposed to eat shaving cream. I thought it was whipped cream, like I had tasted in the pornography I was filmed in, and mistakenly was triggered into reciting my program, 'Lick it and suck it, 'til it's all gone, yum, yum don't miss a drop, or you will stop; your heart that is.' This must have been a program glitch because I wasn't suppose to recite this program out loud; it was supposed to just drive me from inside. Maybe JFK knew how to handle me nicely because of his sister who seemed like she was retarded. They didn't let her out much, and later I was glad when they didn't have her at their reunions, because I didn't understand what was wrong with her.
During this time, I wasn't allowed to eat as much sugar as I had been previously used to. I was told to be repelled by it and that, even as my hand reached for it, the sugar would move away and I couldn't ever get it so I should quit trying. Before this programming I was used to eating tons of sugar, so it was a major adjustment. Also, my mother used to get so angry with me for not eating enough at mealtimes, but I couldn't, as my programming dictated. She said I didn't eat enough to keep a bird alive. But when I tried to eat I usually felt sick.
Catholic girls had to act proper and Jack never had any cause to be embarrassed by my actions. He was spunky and aggressive and tickled me a lot, often until tears were falling down my cheeks. Then he would lay me on the bed, kiss my tears away and start having sex with me. He said he liked my short hair — that it was stylish
