Doing just as my host asked, I was amazed to see the naked girl crawling across to where I stood, and then turning around, place her nose to the floor...and push her bottom up as far as possible. Reaching behind her body and cupping one curvy buttock in each hand, she then prized them apart as far as possible to give me a glorious view of both her shaven cunt and what seemed to be an enlarged arse hole nestling between some recently applied tram lines caused by what had to have been a leather. "I heard the rustle of her blouse as she opened a few buttons. It wasn't the first time I'd heard that sound yet it always got my attention. Next came the unsnapping of the cup of the nursing bra I was certain she wore. I heard a tiny gasp and then a soft sigh indicating she was getting the relief she needed. Wet sounds of lips suckling wafted to my ears."You don't know how much I appreciate your help. I'm sure you think me to be brazen." Not at all, Ma'am. What you are doing is just natural. Worse to come was when I got a call from Marty Adrianopolis in the office in Rayburn. I was in a motel room in Santa Fe when he called. “Hey, Marty, what’s up?”“I’ve got reporters around here sniffing around the place. It would seem that Carter Braxton isn’t as far in the closet as he thinks he is.”“Tell me something I didn’t already know.” Carter Braxton was my Assistant Legislative Director and was quite good at it. He was also gay and hiding it. He hid it pretty well, too, but both Marty and. It sounds strange I know, and it wasn’t a cohesive thought (I didn’t say, “wow, this is what my mouth was made for”), but the overall feeling was that strong. He interrupted me before I could get what I wanted. He pulled me up by my head, gently, but with force, stood off the bed and pushed me on my back. I tried to through the clothes on the bed to the floor as he was pulling my thong off. My knees remained bent with my feet just off the ground as he pulled the thong around my feet and.