A thick, snug hood envelops her rich auburn hair, keeping it from being ripped out at the roots by the force of the gale. Goggles protect her eyes, w...ich peer out through spattered round lenses into the teeth of the storm while stinging droplets blast her exposed cheeks and water streams from her chin. Her thick, curvy, neoprene-encased legs are stretched down along the vertical post with ankles and big toes clamped tightly to it, enforcing a streamlined en-pointe position. A large tail made. "No. It used to be. But not anymore. Whose city is it now?" She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper."It's your city ma'am." "That's right you fucking bitch. It's all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I'm going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you'd get me my old job back, but I don't need it anymore. Because I'm the new Mayor and you're my new slutty PA aren't you?" Yes ma'am." He squealed.There was nothing. I took the hint, and began to consume the meal offered me in earnest. My tongue went anywhere and everywhere, my lips close behind as I lapped at both her holes in combination with my probing fingers. Soon, my lips were locked on her clit, my oral digit strumming it as I fingered her pussy in search of her G-spot. A sudden convulsion told me I found it, and my finger remained buried inside her as she rode out her orgasm, groaning. Coming down from her peak, she brought me back up for a hug and. I wasn't quite sure why I was so turned on, but I was. I was hard as a rock and totally ready to blow. I pumped by bone furiously, thinking about Brad and what it would be like to be with him, which seemed somehow obtainable. Our conversation via message was nice, easy, not perverted or anything like that. We hadn't even talked sex. Here was a normal secure guy who didn't seem in any rush to convince me of anything. He seemed real, human and, I don't know, just normal. That he was married and.