It seemed most activities were designed to enhance congressional tenures. If that interfered with the peoples work, it's, well, too bad so sad.As Miam..., Florida Congressman Jesse Jamison made his way from his protected parking space, his thoughts were on the upcoming elections and the Cuban Political Action Committee's financial contribution that would allow him the first class campaign he had grown accustom to. What principles and ideas that drove him into this job to begin with were replaced. They both had shower together. Faith was cleaning herself, while Mark was fondling with her breasts. He then lowered his hand on her cunt and pubic hair, fondling it too. Faith just looked at her new master and she was fondling his hair. While she was helping clean his body, he was licking her nipple. She wanted to protest but she was a slave and he her master.He then told her, ?I want to clean you?. She smiled, ?Oh. You want to clean me too Mark. I never knew you cared about me. I never had. Just have to ask if its consensual. To further protect from suits a picture is taken of the two. No nude shots unless an ass or nipple hangs out, just to see smiling faces. She tells me stories of old people and strange sex tales. She ask, are you married? No divorced for a year now. How have you managed to remain free in this city? I learn from my first mistake, I am pretty careful. She walks over and wraps her arms around me. A nice hug and she pulls me down my by tie. kiss me and softly. " What is it that he meant before, John?" I asked, my curiosity still aroused."This house was built for me and my future wife, Bea," he said. We were to have been married last June, but Pat's mother in Los Angeles developed terminal cancer, and we put things off until January." You mean you're engaged, is that it?" I asked.He nodded.I couldn't help but laugh. I don't know what I had expected him to say, but the news of his engagement was anticlimactic. Somers was examining my face for the.