I just about know them all. Driving along I start making small talk. Talking about my family to put her at ease. She tells me she is 19 and on her wa... out west to see her father. “Why didn’t he pick you up.” I ask. “Oh he don’t know I’m coming. I haven’t seen him in years.” She tells me. But I could tell there was another story there that she was leaving out. I didn’t pry I just kept driving. I came up on my exit and got off the interstate. Pulling over to the side of the road. I turn on. I realized that all three of us were staring at my cock. Hubby seemed lost in some reverie of desire and envy, and her face was a caricature of raw lust. He finally looked down at her, wantonly staring at my swollen cock."You want that big cock, slut?" he growled."I want to suck it," she said."Suck it, then," he said. "Shove it down your throat while I fuck you."As hostile as his words were, she seemed even more turned on than ever by his tone of command. She didn't say anything else, but. I was taken into theback of the salon. Rachel had me take off my clothes and put on a softwhite robe. She then walked me to her chair and told me her plans for myhair as if she had been thinking about it for some time. She told me shewas going to add some volume through layering. She also wanted to put insome extensions. My hair was already down to my shoulders but she saidshe wanted to have it cascading midway down my back. I figured if I wasgoing all out then this would fall into that. He wondered how the weather would affect the turnout for the caucuses, which would be held in just two more days.The door to the inner office opened, and Betsy Vocero, the senator's campaign press secretary walked out and gave Will a big smile as he walked to the coffee pot. He smiled back at her and asked, "Would you like some coffee? I just made some as what was left could have put hair on your toe nails."Betsy laughed and replied with her soft southern drawl, "With all of this snow and cold.