I sauntered up to her and in my best pirate voice, I whispered,“Hey ‘dare m’aity, do you have anything that might help me with my wooden leg?”...he took a step back and sized me up, from head to toe and then asked, “What’s wrong with your wooden leg?”I chuckled, and said, “It’s a little stiff, me lady.”“So, you have a stiff one, do you?” she asked, proffering a very pronounced wink.“Oh yeah,” I replied.Roxanne looked around and then she leaned up next to me.“Who are you?” she asked.“I’m Jack,” I. Ivy sits down and starts unpacking her stuff. I lock the door behind me.“What are you doing? Why did you lock the door?”“Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal”“Ok… So what do you still need to do on this presentation?”I walk behind her and grab her boobs. They fit perfectly into my hand. I start massaging them.“What the fuck are you doing!? Get off of me!”She tried to stand up but that turned me on even more. I leaned on her so she couldn’t stand. I put my hands under her shirt and lifted up. It was more of a gesture at security than an actual boundary and wouldn’t keep out anyone actually determined to get into the Senators’ home. That’s what her armed security (which was now the Secret Service rather than private security now that she was one of the two major nominees for President) was for.While it was an impressive home in the elite DC suburbs used by high ranking politicians going back to Woodrow Wilson, it didn’t compare to the massive compound she maintained in South. Michele was grimacing as her pussy was being stretched, but she did not say to stop. Marie was going very slowly, advancing that monster into my wife inch by inch until all 12 inches were buried in her abused pussy. Just leave it in there for a minute and let me get used to it. It hurts, but it is a really good feeling too, kind of like a full satisfying feeling. All right, Marie, pump that cock into me slowly, be real gentle. This is almost how the firefighter had to do it to me the first time.