“Here’s what I think.“You will need to build a huge cash base and go right at it from the first moment. Don’t even think about slowing down an... the election will be a walk.”He still hadn’t gotten my drift. “What will you be doing while I’m running all over the country, making speeches, kissing babies and generally being useless?”“It makes no difference, Sam. You will be President and I will be far away, not thinking about politics and all the people who want to kill me.” You could have bought. She was a bubbly little blonde, all smiles and pearly whites. Sophie had known her since middle school—before her tits had popped out of nowhere one summer and packs of drooling boys had started worshipping the ground she flounced across. Still, she was a sweetheart.Sophie had been a later bloomer, but she teased Em that she'd won in the end. Emily's more-than-ample, ivory-white cleavage could stun a man at twenty paces, sure, but Sophie could let her brunette tresses drape across the cinnamon. I can feel his anger, it's almost tangible, and it's suffocating. I let out a loud, defeated sob, even more conflicted now that I can start to feel my own arousal at the apex of my thighs. I know when he finds it he won't let me hear the end of it. "You poor, poor thing," he jeers, smoothing my rumpled hair in a mock display of affection, and without warning he grips my throat tightly. I sputter in surprise. With his other hand he bunches the bottom of my dress and indelicately yanks on it. He. I saw a tub of wet wipes that I used to wipe off my dick and then try to clean her up as much as I could.Damn that got her going again and she was on her knees trying to suck me hard.As much as I wanted to have sloppy seconds, I had to tell her, "Someone is going to come looking for me before long. You are super-hot and I am not. Given my normal luck, anyone coming across us will assume I did something to make you do this and I get the crap beat out of me. I want to relive some of the hottest.