He wasnt drunk but he was significantly impaired by all the alcohol and I could feel the butterflies rising as we neared the upstairs corridor. When w... got to his room, I opened the door slightly and we both stumbled in, me still balancing him and pushed it close behind me. When he looked up, he seemed a bit stunned into soberness by the sight of Ashley on his bed and to tell you the truth, I was too. Face down, ass up, legs spread apart, wearing the sexiest bra she owned and a short school. It was reallyfinely done. Wrought iron carefully painted to resistthe salt air of the nearby sea, and inset with manygems: carbuncle, amber, coral, jade and lapis. Heturned his eye to the frame’s captive who hungsagging, supported by silvery chains. She lookedexhausted. Her face was sallow, and her hair hunglimply around her head. Her arms and legs shook withexhaustion. “Help me! Oh, please! Help me,” shebegged.“M’lady, I shall,” he said with knightly. Then a naked, middle aged man, standing at the fridge getting a beer, came back to the tub, and sat beside her. If she’d paid any attention to politics, she would have recognized him as the Governor, Bill Clinton.“Welcome to the party, Honey,” he said. “I’m Billy Clinton…. and that’s my wife Hillary.”Sandra nodded and smiled shyly at the blond, middle aged woman sitting on the edge of the tub. She was naked like her husband, and probably all the others in the tub were naked too; she had her. She lookedat her firm 36C breasts, admiring them and knowing that others admired themtoo, but knew that she had to keep them hidden with jackets and other loosefitting clothing when she was in a professional setting. She ran a hand downher firm belly and then ran her fingers through the little downy tuft of blondehair above her sex. Turning slightly to inspect her bottom and finding it stillfirm and pert, she concluded her inspection and then showered, returning toher bedroom to get dressed..