Odds were at least one of the participants would have a photographer present. Politicians and Marty had that in common, they all like publicity.I kind...of expected that the Reverend could do without it, but he had better get used to it. If he wanted to play in Tommy Thompson's game, there was going to be a price to pay. That price was to allow Tommy to squeeze the Reverend for all the photo ops possible.The meeting was at noon, only because Tommy had to get from the state capitol to Aster. Marty. When I returned he had thelube out and told me to get on all fours, he pulled my panties and hosedown and started to loosen me. He slipped on the rubber, wiggled it atmy pussy, positioned it for entry, and bore down on my back. With onehand on my nipple firmly playing with it, my eyes rolled as he enteredme. OMG my brain was getting stimulations from all over - I wastrashing about but he had mounted me and was riding me for all he wasworth. The initial pain was quickly replaced with the. I peered nervously around the corner at a nearby beachfront cafe. “What the hell am I gonna do if some little bitch decides to change in or out of her suit?”I’m a futanari by birth. I’ve managed to keep my unusual birthright an absolute secret my whole thirty years. Tall and lanky, and liberally dusted with an annoying array of freckles, I knew that men looked at me with hungry eyes.My damn boobs clinched the deal. My mother laughingly called them my man-magnets. I love mother, but she can be. I gently took her face in my hands and looked right into those flickering eyes. “Oh Sweetie, you beautiful, wonderful girl! We’re making love, not taking a test. I don’t mind at all, my precious love. In fact, I’m honored you want me to be your first. Come baby.” I chose the unoccupied bedroom for no other reason than it was a bit closer. Stephie clomped behind me, holding my hand tightly, as if she were a little girl waiting to cross the street with her mother. I turned on the light, and it.