‘As you know,’ she said as she led Betsy to the couch, ‘at least a third of the country doesn’t vote in the national elections every two years... We at the Campaign To Get Out And Not Vote think that if a third of the country doesn’t care about something, it can’t be that important, really. We’re hoping on your support to not care about it either.’ ‘I, but…’ Was she still asleep? Was this a dream? Was it a joke, maybe, some kind of weird performance art? ‘But, um…voting’s important,’ she said. As soon as she closed the door I grabbed her purple panties from the bed and put them into my pants. I wrapped them around my cock in an effort to conceal the cum that was now oozing through my pants. I also had other intentions for them. I decided that since no move had been made yet, and there was no telling when her boyfriend would come back, I would make sure she knew I was masturbating into her panties. When she came out, she started fiddling with something in the cabinet next to the. I repeated the job on herother foot. My Mistress seemed satisfied.While I wassucking on her toes as if they were lollipops, she kept rubbing her butt on mycock, exciting me tonearly unbearable levels. Right then, she moved her feet away from mymouth and stood up.?I think you?vehad enough of this torture, right?? she said to me. ?I think you?re ready toget some milk out of your useless cock, ain?t that so?I nodded immediately, desperate to cum. Mistress Michelle broughtboth her hands to my dick. When his teenage cock had penetrated her virgin pussy, she had screamed, but it had not been from shame or pain or fear. She had put herself on birth control pills at the free clinic the next day, and ever since she had been Andrew’s willing lover, as he had been hers. It hadn’t been easy keeping it secret for the last twenty years. He was married again now, his second wife, and she was married with two c***dren that her husband thought were his. She smiled as she remembered all the comments on.