"Sounds pretty clear to me."Senator Porter is seated at an elegantly set table, looking at his watch as his coffee grows cold. There are various dishe... on the table, containing food that is also growing cold. Finally, a door opens to his left and Hillary Clinton enters. She is dressed in a powder blue suit with a muted pink shirt and a single strand of pearls around her neck. The senator looks down, noting the skirt that ends several inches above her knees."Senator Porter," she extends her hand. ” She continued without pause around the desk to his side, grabbed the arms of his chair and rolled him toward her as she leaned back against the desk top. She pulled the hem of her sweater up under her armpits and peeled back the cups of her sheer black bra. She grabbed his shirt front and drew him closer. “Just kiss my breasts,” she said softly. “Please, just kiss them. That’s all.” Professor Park looked confused, perhaps stunned, she wasn’t sure. She took his hand and placed his palm. She returned to her seat, justifiably proud of her exposure, the sensation was incredible. She was almost breathless with the excitement of her boldness and conscious of how powerful her seduction could be. It seemed as if she was proudly offering anyone the privilege to enjoy her luscious tits.By this time were very high, partly due to the wine, but mainly from the sexual energy she was generating I told her how brilliant she was, but greedily craved even more in the way of a visual. A shout from behind her jarred her thoughts back to the present. She looked over her shoulder and saw a young woman running towards her."Miss Perkins! I'm glad I caught you!"It was one of the checkers at the market. Penny knew her quite well. She recognized her at once in spite of the fact that she seldom saw her dressed. Her name was Phoebe something and she came to the YWCA every morning before her shift at the market. Usually she was stark naked, changing or showering at the Y where Penny.