Ben removed the spread bar and seemed to look very happy with me, he gave a light tap on the arse and said “time to go home, but don’t untie your ...asty sissy cock and balls until you get there.”I slowly walked down stairs and looked at myself in the long mirror. I really was a well fucked slut, messy wedding dress, torn stockings and hair a bit matted with spunk and I must have smelt of sex.Ben gave me my coat and pushed me out the door. It was dark out there, all the better considering how I. Her clothing was settled upon a chair in the corner of the room, but, gotta tell you, I only had eyes for Kathy.I stepped up to her, and she relinquished the pillow to my tug. I tossed it onto the head of the bed, and admired her shy smile. I pulled my shirt over my head, toed my shoes off. Once I was as naked as she, I stood at the side of the bed, and reached for her. She took my hand, standing next to the bed, where we embraced.So, Kathy was around 5 feet, maybe 5’2”, tall, weighed around. "Now, what I'm proposing is that you go through Henry's stuff. I've read it already and think I know how I want to tell the story, but I want to have you check it over to see if I'm missing anything. What's more, I think we need to be able to document the sources of the charges as completely as we can, because it wouldn't surprise me if one of the things we hear very early from Gingrich is 'libel suit.' That's why we need to be pretty damn careful about what we write." You're saying we write. As I thought about it, it only made me horny again. I was still pretty sore from all the fucking, but damn it, I wanted to get fucked by Rascal again, and as soon as possable. But I didnt want to see Steve.. I just wanted Rascal. Since Steve lived across the street from where Rascal was, and he could see the yard from his apartment, I was wondering how I would be able to do this without Steve seeng us or being involved. A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. I payed no attention to it.