'Would you like to wear stockings', sheasks. I nod and she waves a matching suspender belt, which she clipsaround my waist. She starts to tuck the gar...er straps under my knickersand I look quizzically. 'A girl never knows when she might need to takeoff her knickers. .....Like when she has to go to the toilet, I mean't' sheexplains. She also helps me put on a pair of Almost Black stockings.'I'd better get changed out of my uniform' she says and starts to stripoff in front of me. I look. "Susan hadn't warned me it'd be this difficult. On the other hand, she'd never visited his office during business hours. I guessed it was understandable that a political bigwig would surround himself with layers of insulation outside of the elections when it became necessary to "press the flesh" of actual voters. But I needed to break through."Ma'am, I understand what you're telling me, but I think that if you pass my name through to Senator Golden himself he'll be happy to see me," I said. She wants a kiss, and he says no – those are only for his girlfriend, he says, and she’s okay with that, so he gets on top of her and they grind and he comes on her body like she wants. She rubs it into her stomach, laughing, both breathing hard from their exertion and the sheer crazy futility of it all. They know pleasure, now, she does, unlike his bumbling first fumbles with another youthful lass hidden away in the corners of their school in the steamy afternoons. They wash together, she. Watching her, he could see the toy vibrating between her legs under the fabric of her swim suit. She reached down and pulled it to one side to give him a better view. He watched the little purple toy moving ever so slightly, but more than enough to drive her crazy. Now it was time, he decided. He cranked both ends up to their highest speed. Letting go of her suit, she gripped the arms of the chair tighter still and pushed her head back into the headrest. She was rocking her hips and squeezing.