‘No,’ she whispered. ‘So, you little trollop, what did you like most? You were looking at a lot of weird shit on my PC. What makes you the most...excited?’ As Nadia questioned her she started to circle Fay, who stood, shame-faced, in the kitchen. ‘Was it the caning? The pissing? The girl on girl? The fucked-up incest stuff?’ As she questioned her, Nadia suddenly hauled the sweatpants down around Fay’s ankles, revealing the piss-stained white knickers. ‘What’s this? Have you wet these as well you. "Of course."I scooted forward on the cushions, my thighs hugging her hips, and reached for her as she held her hair in place. My fingers dug into her supple skin. I marveled at how soft and smooth she felt, how every touch called forth memories and how the scent of her still stirred in me a longing to explore her. Time passed in thoughtless caresses until I stopped trying to massage her from under her shirt and told her to just take it off. Then my fingers were sliding under her bra, kneading. He said that would be great as he had another job to go to before he went home and did not want to go there looking dirtyI led the way into the house and up the stairs with him following me to the shower. As we climbed the stairs I was aware that he was right behind me and he could see right up my skirt to see that I had no panties on and my pussy would be in full view.We arrived at the bathroom and I started to show him how the shower worked and noticed that his bulge in his shorts had really. He'd owe that senator a big bite of the apple, but that was okay. The twisted idiot slept with a Winchester carbine under his pillow, and had been known to stand up in Senate chambers to claim that if the godless communist rebels in Central America weren't stopped in the jungles down there, the good citizens of Idaho would be standing on the north rim of the Snake River Canyon, fighting off the brown-skinned hordes when they invaded across the desert. God help us all if we ever get a majority.