“Please Sir, no more!” cried Sarah.The crop rose up one more time, and she watched in horror, her hands frozen in place as it came down again betw...en her legs. It landed with a sharp smack, and her vision turned white as every muscle in her body clenched down all at once, the pain shooting through her amplified further by the burning in her rear. Between the spread lips of her privates, she felt the frustration rising as the blow threw her towards the edge of the abyss. Scrambling desperately. I could see the warm smile spreading across his face. "Damn, you surelook pretty in that dress Ma'am." you think so?" I asked taken by surprise."Like a Hostess Twinkie, good enough to eat," he said nonchalantly."Might I know the pretty little lady's name? I can't keep calling you bythat other name, your too pretty." You mean you aren't kicking me out?" I couldn't believe it."Naw, you're too pretty to throw out. I might throw in the middle of thebed, but not out." He joked. "Now let me see that. Next." The other opponent was also a former State Representative, but with a better reputation. He was a self-made millionaire named Roscoe Anderson. He was the type of person I would want on my Congressional staff, if I ever had one.When I decided to enter the race, time was short. I had been not-running (as opposed to not running) for a couple of months. The distinction has to do with posture. I was holding myself as a potential candidate, without declaring. There are a lot of legalities. However, he put his hand on my leg and he started rubbing it as he put the other hand on my right hip trying to find a way to my cunt then I insensibly turned to let him examining it, at that moment I was feeling hotter as Omer was instigating me. Then he grabbed my pants as I helped him to do that and he took my lotion bottle and put a little on my butt and especailly around my butthole then he put his middle finger in my anus, this time I couldn’t take it anymore! I began to moan like a.