.im terrible." Drink fast then and let's go."I sighed before downing my drink. I quickly ordered another, downing it before allowing myself to be lead...to the dance floor. He immediately started drunkenly dancing on me and I moved as little as possible..just enough to keep him satisfied that I was indeed dancing. However as I did so the alcohol I had already consumed began to hit me. I began to move in rythym to his movements and was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden I felt someone moving. I sneaked across to Malcolm’s room slowly opened the door and walked in trying to be as sexy as possible.Malcolm was doing up his jeans he still had no shirt on but he was obviously getting ready to go out and not stay in.He looked up at me. “What you doing?” it seemed more of a demand than a question.“I thought we might…” I didn’t know what to say I was so shocked by his manner. Also I felt incredible embarrassment stood there in just a pair of stockings and with a diminishing erection.“Look I. After a minute or so, Donna pushed away, took a couple deep breaths and then went back down on my cock without me making her do it. Another couple minutes of face fucking and I was ready to blow my nut. Here it comes. Show it to me before you swallow it. My last strokes were only a couple inches deep in her mouth so that my cum did not go straight down her throat. I groaned and jerked and exploded in her mouth. Donna kept her lips tightly sealed around my boner as it swelled, pulsed and shot. He had made me feel a passion no man had ever stirred in me before.The DA’s conference room had a sad last century appearance as if it hadn’t changed a bit in the last twenty years, as in all probability it hadn’t.Tanya Marshall was the daughter of a former state senator. A man who had avoided prosecution and retire with enough juice to ensconce his daughter in the DA’s office. As ADAs go, she was no better or worse than rest of that sorry lot who oppress the poor and defenseless and complain.