..dripping already down the insides of her thighs... were small and soft, but they took her with a distinctly masculine aggression. The thumb pushing...on her clit rubbed her roughly, blatantly, without the slightest tenderness.Rough hands, the hands of a workman, took her by the hips and she felt the soft crown of an erect cock press between her cheeks. Another pair of hands, from her front, parted her cheeks and the crown of the cock nestled quickly in the tender grip of her quivering rosebud.. They appeared to be checking for security and exit locations. Many thoughts went through her mind as they did so.Like why she had not resisted the woman's direct command. Sure, she had to sit because of the dizziness, but some sort of wanting to obey this woman, not just from fear or safety, but from the wish to obey, to submit. Normally, she would be in command, not some stranger invading her office. She had no fear, though.She tried to tell herself it was not so much the woman's command that. So do your damnjob."The woman spun on her heel in a huff and began walking in the directionshe'd come. Suddenly the senator was able to move again and continuedin the direction he had been going before."Oh, Mr. Grussley," came another voice. This one he recognized: it wasLeanne Weinstein, a senate colleague from the *other* party. Normallyhe'd ignore her, too.But today he couldn't.As his body froze, Chak Grussley's mind froze with it. What was goingon today?***"So," God leaned back in His. Inside wasn’t what I was expecting. I had expected a cloud of smoke from cigarettes and cigars. In the old days that’s what I’d come to find, more often than not. But then it had been bars and lounges, not strip clubs I’d gone to. The air was clear, the music loud and the young women seemed to be way too young for me to see in such a setting. I was embarrassed to be there, let alone bringing clients in. I hid that embarrassment well, I thought. As we sat there I slowly got comfortable. It took.