‘The Senator filters out the good stuff.’ The Senator made sure everyone understood the tone of our relationship by swatting my butt. A good laugh...and nods of understanding later I managed to drift next to Rhonda. She grasped my hand and held it tightly. Rhonda and I never got around to asking what each of us was doing there that night. I had figured out that she was an assistant to the Senator. She seemed to be stunned by the revelations about me, and in particular the swat I got from the. I just had to see. I figured getting a look at it would give me enough masturbation material for days.I had just gotten started on my search when I heard traffic on the stairs. I quickly hid under the desk and pulled the chair in hoping to not get caught. A couple entered (not the girl whose room this was), shut the door and quickly began getting hot and heavy with a steamy make out session. I could see just enough to recognize clothes coming off and I figured, screw it, I'm going to enjoy the. Because I like sex? That didn’t cover it, it didn’t even come close. Because I’m addicted to sex. I don’t just enjoy it, I crave it. I need it. I want it all the time. It’s almost uncontrollable. That was a lot closer, but there was more to it than just that, too. Part of it was that, to the best of her knowledge, no one had ever done it before. She also wanted to disprove the myth that women don’t want sex as much as men. She wanted to show the world a frank and honest view of life from a. I could smell her arousal and need. She had a pretty little daughter, just the right age to be my child, standing beside her.“Wolf, you have stolen my heart and infected my body with an incurable disease, an insatiable craving to have you fill me again and again. None of the Horse Clan braves can please me, let alone satisfy me. I have refused all marriage offers, and dishonored my father terribly. I kneel before you begging you to take me and our daughter into your clan and care for us and.