How do you like it?"Watching herself in the ceiling mirror, Rita braced her knees down against the bed and lifted her loins, spreading the cunt- lips....The inner pussy-slit was only a little darker than the pink skin all around her pussy.She let her ass down and closed her legs. The pouting lips of her cunt showed, all else was concealed. She smiled up at the mirror, and a pretty little blue-eyed blonde smiled back, a pink- skinned blonde with the bare pussy of a little girl, but with the tits. She gagged feeling her throat stretch as inch after inch of its member slid in.“Oink, oink, pig.” A voice said over the spirit boxShe coughed and gagged more her pleasure rising. The tongue in her pussy, her tits being roughly groped and fucked harshly.She felt the thick energetic dick slide in and out of her throat making the noise *gwock* *gwock* *gwock* over and over as the face fuck continued.“Slut” was whispered over the ghost box followed by a quicker slightly louder “whore”.She was. His first order of business was hiring a campaign manager, one who hadexperience with uphill battles but who wasn't afraid to force theircandidates' views out there. He listened to multiple people from thegovernor, Angela Victor, to US Senator Paul James, neither of whom had aclear idea as to how to do it without upsetting Reed but tried to giveadvice to him anyway. The two were veterans of the political arena andwho had won tough battles, but who had never had such an uphillchallenge as. Oh, but let me introduce myself. I'm Beatrice Stringfellow. Um, that's Miss Stringfellow," she said, and then appeared stricken with shyness as she sat back in her seat and stared at the floor."You may want some reassurance that we've not kidnapped you by whisking you out of the common compartment to join us in first class, but I want to assure you, Miss Stringfellow that we have only the purest of motives in doing so."I chimed in with, "They may appear to be selfish motives, Miss Stringfellow,.