All I am is thinking about him touching me and his eyes on me, and I am getting so turned on. I imagine him kissing a trail from my breast to my clit....When I touch my clit I automatically lift my hips up from the sensation. I slowly and gently run my finger up and down my lips, picturing there are his tongue. My other hand is still caressing my beast and softly pinching my nipples. I move one finger to my opening and I slowly push it into my tight box. It feels so good that I begin to move it. You enter me hard. I let out a small scream. You move hard and fast. You know I like to make love slowly, but sometimes this is what I want, what I need. My legs rest on your shoulders. One hand reaches out to grab my breast. You grip it hard, tease the nipple with your fingers. The pain is delicious and I feel another orgasm building. Your other hand goes between us and you stroke my sensitive button in circles. I cry out again. Your pace quickens, we both know we are close. My hands grip the. I was close I could feel the cum about to explode into this intern. With a few more thrusts I exploded deep into the fucking page's ass knock her off the rhythm sucking the congressman's cock as she finally could groan in mix of pain & exasty. I held her head down onto the carpeted floor as a empty my load up her ass. The congressman said get her on the bed ... The page still with her panties around her knees stands up & lays her back on the bed ... I push dress back up around her waist & pull. There were five or six pair of panties and they were nothing fancy, just a variety of cotton and silk panties. As I finished emptying the dryer, I took a pair of the panties and placed them in my basket, I remember saying to myself “Whoever this girl is, she won’t miss one pair of panties.”Over the next few weeks, I must have gone to all the laundry rooms in my building twenty times and probably “stole” around fifteen pair of panties. I never took more than one pair at a time and never would.