"The interviewer tried to gin up anger against both me, and the former Senator, without success. In fact, his twitter and Facebook pages were swamped ...ith just the opposite, and people were openly refuting the opinions stated by him.As you might expect, there were pockets of outrage, militancy, and threats against me and my family, but other than quiet investigation by the Secret Service, no one paid the malcontents any attention, which infuriated them even more.If Islamic militants were our. His eyes nearly popped out of his boyish noggin. He nearly lost control of his demeanor and fought hard against a sudden urge to ramp up his own administrations and grab a sturdy handful of cock, with an accelerated piston pumping greed, to guarantee the kind of conclusion he yearned desperately for at this moment. She was stunning! She was absolutely unquestionably the most sexual woman he had ever laid eyes upon. That outfit only made his blood boil all the more, his eyes feasting over every. .. ," was the quiet reply."Do you put out, Lorene?" Please, don't say..." I said, do you put out?" his voice now almost menacing."I... if... If you want." We'll see if you're good enough for me," he said as he pulled the car into the assigned parking spot.They got out and he ushered her into his apartment. He sat on an easy chair while she remained standing. He pointed to the kitchen."Lose the coat, the sweater and the skirt. You can keep the panties and bra... for the time being. Then get me a. I can see the wet spot in my underwear. God, I'm already so wet. My head tips back, mouth open wide, and there are low moans escaping my throat (I hope no one hears). My hand feverously works my cunt. Its swollen to twice its regular size and its sopping wet. I'm so horny I barely know what to do with myself. All I want is to be bent over and fucked raw but that's not an option right now. So I slide one finger down past my clit and into my tight pussy. Slow at first, picking up speed as I go..