"Oops - sorry," she said smiling.Instead of setting everything out on the table, we all just grabbed our plates and went to the stove to get our food....I was standing behind Pam when she dropped a spoon, and bent down to pick it up. When she bent down, she bent straight down, without bending her knees. She backed up a little and actually grinded her ass against my still erect crotch. I didn't say anything because it felt great! Pam stood up and said, "I'm sorry, did I bump into you?"I couldn't. And anyway, by then I had a pretty good flavor.It was pretty nasty, all right, but nothing that over the top for political Washington. In fact, I had a hard time seeing what all the fuss was about; and so, apparently, did more than a few of the commentators, who pointed out that yes, Sen. Golden did indeed seem to have strayed from the reservation, but he was young (relatively; he was somewhere in his late 40s), he was unmarried, and all things considered so what?And I was still a long way from. The judge steps in front of the crowd, the priest next to him. They announce my crimes, my sins, my confession and that there is only one punishment for witchcraft. They don't tell what they did to me in the dungeon, how they hurt me, how they forced me to confess crimes I did not commit. On a command the executioner took the blazing torch, the crowd suddenly got silent.I have only eyes for the torch, coming more near every second. The fire flickers around the pitch, black smoke rises around. With my mind made up to go ahead, I reached down to unbutton my jeans and noticed the head of my cock was eagerly poking ever so slightly above the waist band of my pants; obviously it desired a rapid escape as much as I also wanted it. Stealing a glance at John's face as he looked at a my crotch, revealed to me that he wouldn’t go back on his promise; his tongue was ever so slightly protruding through his clenched teeth and his eyes were large as saucers. He really liked what little he saw;.