In my imagination, I rubbed my hand around my man's long, hard, cock, luxuriating in the feeling of its firmness beneath my fingers. As I began to mov... up and down his shaft, I at last allowed my fingers to slip between the lips of my pussy. In one long, forceful stroke, I ran my hand from above my clit down past my hole. The longing within me grew fiercer. I started one of my favorite moves, picking a bit of skin around my clit and pinching it, rubbing it, wiggling it around. The slow fire. But it was a spark to potentially ignite the festering war that was being fought politically. The Governor was the Chief’s close personal friend, but his (the Governor’s) only solution was to tell everyone that Chief Griswold would be retiring by the end of the year, allowing the furor to die down. I knew that the Chief was contemplating retirement, anyway. But now it was official, and I felt like I was losing my dad… not my biological father, but someone much closer. ‘I was going to retire. Paul closed and bolted the door. Sheila looked at Paul with calm indifference. "Stand up, please." She stood. "Turn around." As she turned her back to Paul, he moved in close behind her and removed her jacket. Then turning toward the mirrored doors of Sheila's clothes-closet, he open the closet door and found several padded hangers. He removed one and hung Sheila's jacket in the closet."Come to me." Sheila turned walked slowly toward Paul. She stopped three feet in front of Paul. "Closer" She. I’m Bedroom Basher. The story I am about to narrate is my own and true. This is my first story here on ISS and I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m 27, 5’ 9” (180 lbs), and working at a prestigious firm. This incident took place in Bangladesh, my home country. I’m not conceited in anyway, but it has always been the case that wherever I went, there would be a crowd of people attracted to me – sometimes they would do it so much, that I’d be left uncomfortable. I am not gorgeous but I have been called.