"Do you realize what this will do to my campaign? To have lewd photos of a politician's daughter acting like a slut whore at some kind of pervert part...? What were you thinking, Rachel? Even if I pay the blackmail money, there's always the possibility of these photos or some others leaking out at some point. To say nothing of the possibility that someone might have filmed this on their cell phone. No, we need to circumvent any potential damage that might result from this going public."Guilty. Bob sits on the double settee and suggests I get beers forKarl and himself. I swing saucily out to the kitchen on my heels,feeling both sets of male eyes on my rear and for some reason gettinghotter by the second. 'Must be all that testosterone in the air', Ithought. I got the two guys their beers and a glass of white wine formyself.Bob motioned me to his side on the settee. For some reason, he seemedless warm than usual. I presumed he was adopting a macho pose forKarl's benefit and I was happy. Beaker is either my father or a Sesame Street character, and I'm not a puppet." He said with a smile which was reflected in Jeff's face."Good evening Chris, its dinner time and you're supposed to eat with the other patients in the dining room." He said standing back from the door to allow Chris to pass. I followed with them into a large room further down the corridor."We didn't know what you'd prefer, normally we have a menu for you to make your daily choice from, and so we've gone for roast. Heavy,round and full. He held the soft flesh of her warmbreasts in his hands, and they filled his hands andspilled over. His mouth fastened on one hard eagernipple like a strawberry and his firm lips teased andsucked at it. His mustache tickled her breast, as itglided over her silky skin. He reached down to feel her. Her pussy was engorged withblood.He kneaded her tight small hole with his fingers. Histongue flicked over the hard little buds of her nipples.Electric waves of pleasure streamed.