Then he laid me down on the bed and stood in front of me with that giant cock of his pointing at the ceiling. By this time, I was so hot that all I wa...ted was for him to hurry up and stick that cock inside me. Then he moved closer and pushed my legs apart and then I felt him on top of me. By now, I wanted that monster of his so badly that I eagerly opened my legs wider and then I felt him shoving the swollen head against my pussy. Then he pushed, hard and buried himself inside me. I could feel. He had retired from office in 1965, but the memory of his successful years in office still lived after him, and his opinion was still regarded highly. That was why he was at the Conners's house for dinner; they wanted his support in John's bid for mayor. It would mean that John would have the election in the bag.Tonight was the night they were going to try to win his favor. The whole thing had been planned very carefully. She and John and Harry Perkins would dine at their house. The dinner. The riding crop she used across his back and buttocks until she realised sickly that she'd broken the skin in several places and stopped. The disgust she felt when she realised his moans were ones of pleasure, that he was rubbing himself against the bed covers, harder than she'd ever seen him. The violent way she looped the rope around the back of his neck and through his legs, pushing him to kneel at the foot of the bed as she wrapped the ends of the rope under and over his shoulders before. Michelle felt they both wanted to but they were under so much pressure, even though everyone they met clearly assumed that they were already committed lovers. Well, in every respect bar one they were lovers. They just needed time together to relax and take the final step in the process that Michelle was certain had been leading to them to the goal of spending the rest of their lives together as the perfectly matched couple.Michelle’s last really relaxing evening with the man, who she was.