A young blondwoman in blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt waited with them, castingoccasional glances back at the senator while the elevator made its...wayup."Oh, hey!" the young lady said, turning to face Senator O'Neal.Recognition dawned on her face. "You're that one senator. They'retalking about you on the news this morning. I really hope-" The ladyhad stepped up to the senator, her hand reaching for the senator.Paul's arm shot out, blocking the other woman. He gripped the lady'shand and. She asked at first if he was Dutch — his name was Van der Stock — but he corrected her with a gentle laugh. Di blushed and apologized, terribly embarrassed. No, no. Very many people make the same mistake. Perfectly understandable.He outlined the procedure for her, which she found, in an odd way, comfortingly bureaucratic. She was to go first to his office, complete the necessary paperwork and payment. Her health insurance would cover the bulk of the payment; it was coded as some form of. Still devouring each other’s mouths, he hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom. When he got close, he threw her down on the bed, and quickly got on top of her. “I was tired of waiting,” he said simply. She pulled him into her, as they continued making out. Feeling each other’s bodies, discovering the hope, the sheer joy, of finding someone whom you can surrender yourself, in whom everything is forgotten but Daniel and Alex. “Stop,” she. Taking out wrist restraints, I tied her arms to the upper posts of the bed; and then repeated the process on her feet. To the four posts she was bound, blind and waiting helplessly to find out what was next.As she lay there, I slowly slid my fingers across her tummy, and then up to her breasts; where I pinched her nipples and then swatted her tits with my hands. As she took a sharp breath of air and gasped, I could see the moisture start in her open pussy; taking two plastic cloths pins, I.
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