He would also leave her little notes under her desk blotter with just a corner sticking out so she’d see it. The latest one was “You have great b...obs, I’d love to kiss them and bite your nipples.” She had read it and it made her tits tingle. He didn’t know it, but her tits were directly related to her pussy.She loved her nipples squeezed, it made her pussy automatically wet. The perfect place to put that hard cock of his. Some days she would sit at her desk, pretending to work on her. Rubbing it would feel good, I'd never be able to get off though, and I'd probably end up frustrated if I tried." Her legs were getting tired again, her arms too from being stretched for so long."Maybe if I turned around again and lean against the post that way, I could rest a bit." She almost laughed out loud. "Yeah sure. That would be just the excuse you need to start humping the thing."Time passed . . . Slowly . . . She had been a good girl and left the post alone, but she was still turned. He walked in after her, closed, and locked the door. He put down the books, took off his jacket, and hung it up. He was pissed. However, she was right. What was worse was she knew she was right, and she knew he knew she was right. He could not have been more pissed off if he was wrong. When he walked out of the closet, he turned and saw her sitting on the bed, watching television. She had a pillow on her lap, a spoon in her left hand and the half-gallon of ice cream in her right hand. She. The reality was they were in cohorts and I was about to have a very tough time. I had already gone through fifteen minutes of torturous hell, but it looked like they both had more in store for me. The fact was Congressman Underwood, my Frank. However, he was betraying me. He was a chameleon and I was the punch line in the joke.Speaking of punch that was just what Claire Underwood planned to do to my ass, literally. What Frank had done stank, but what his wife was about to do as heinous. “Nice.