"Very good, so we have decided that you should run as a republican. We are withdrawing our support of the former chief of police of Dobson. We thought...he had the best chance of beating Webster till I talked to you. Let us take over your campaign and I'm pretty sure we can get you elected," he said."Oh and what do you get?" I asked."Someone in the sheriff's office that listens to us, rather than the old power structure," he said."I will listen to you like any other resident of this country, but. “Suck it,” I said gasping. My hand on the back of his head, he took my clit into his mouth as sucked me so nice and hard. He licked, lapped my juices and then stuck one finger deep into my tight manhole. One finger, than two as I opened up. “Fuck, that’s good”, I moaned. “Stop. Stop, man, I don’t want to cum yet”. His fingers slide out of my hole and he forcefully fed me my own juice. I sucked his fingers good and firm as he stuck them deeper into my throat. I reached for his cock which. "Yeah, pretty good," I said, matching his casual tone."Tied one on, did you?" His face broke into a little smile. My body flooded with relief; he didn't seem to suspect."Not really," I said with a shrug. "I was more tired than drunk, and it's such a long drive. Thanks for letting me stay over." Of course," he said, waving dismissively. "Much safer than driving all that way at that hour. And you know I trust you."That last sentence was a gut punch. I felt a twinge of panic at the irony I might. He had just died.It took him a few moments but Jonas finally got control of his emotions. He looked at the little white haired man beside him that seemed so frail. A sweet smelling vagrant breeze lifted a wisp of Joe's long hair from his neck then let it settle back to rest. Jonas met Joe's concerned gaze for a moment before gathering himself to ask a question."W, Was that real?" Jonas asked hesitantly putting his hand to his head. He knew he didn't really have a body here but his head felt.