Keeping Thomas’s political staff was now going to be a God send. They knew the movers and shakers in every state. People we could trust with a state...campaign and those we could not.Before we left Atlanta arrangements had been made to pick up pieces from the campaigns of the other candidates. Combined they had offices or people in thousands of cities, towns and counties that we could step into.Ad campaigns would start immediately. There was more than enough film to paste and clip to put together. I felt my cum shoot through the air, as my legs buckled slightly. Becky continued to stroke as a second missile of cum followed the first. I could hear Becky gasp. As she pumped my cock dry.When I eventually opened my eyes, Becky was standing in front of me with a huge grin on her face, “quite impressive b*o”, she looked down, as my eyes followed hers, her hand was covered in my sticky cum, and a trail of cum was running down her stomach. She leaned into me and kissed me on my mouth, her tongue. Her nipples burnt into my breasts, and mine into hers. Her mouth sought mine, and our tongues entwined. I knew she could taste her own juices from me. Her leg slipped between mine and at last her thigh squashed my pulpy slit, to my pleasure. Her caressing hand trailed down my body, reached be- tween my thighs. She ran her forefinger smoothly up and down my oily channel, slipping over my raised clitoris and lightly into my vagina. “Oooh, like that, Slut?” she breathed. I ached. Mr. Johnson quickly went back to his indecent ways. He continued to lick the outside of her slit as she was fully bent over his desk; butt still high up in the air allowing him total access to his plunder. Out came his tongue again, up and down her slit. Fantasizing it was his cock rubbing on her teen pussy. He finally set his sights on her tasty little clit. His tongue rubbing through the upper area seeking it out. Firmly and wetly he probed, finding his intended target he felt it. A little.