Elaine felt a shudder of horror run through her. She never wanted to see that hotel again or hear about it. All that was in the past. After she and Wanda had threatened Peter Kuhns with exposure, neither of them were surprised to learn that the senator decided to take a long absence from the Hill "for reasons of health". As far as she was concerned, Peter Kuhns could take a long vacation to hell. Elaine didn't want anything around to remind her about those disgusting dog-fucks she'd been forced to submit to.
"Hey, I was just kidding," Sam said as she unzipped his trouser.
"This girl isn't one for jokes," Elaine said as she smiled at him, then backed away and stepped out of her dress. Elaine reached down and peeled off her sheer blue panties, moaning hotly as she saw Sam's big dick spring out from between the teeth of his zipper.
"All right. Let's get down to business," Sam said, taking off his tie, shirt and undershirt.
"Mmmmmmn," Elaine moaned as she stepped over to the couch and lay down, drinking in the cool sensation of the black leather on her bared back. As Sam stripped completely, Elaine mentally congratulated herself on her success. She'd managed to grab onto a good career in Washington, and onto man who'd never stop experimenting in the ways he could satisfy her.
"Happy?" he crooned, crawling onto the couch and sliding between her widely splayed legs.
"Oh, Sam, you don't know how happy," Elaine said, closing her eyes and thinking God that the nightmare was all over. Or was it? Would Peter and his dog-loving friends try to get to her somehow? Elaine shook the ugly thought out of her mind.
She'd fight them. She couldn't submit to that again.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," Sam crooned kissed her swelling tits, then ran his thick, hot wet tongue along her panting belly. Elaine sighed happily, hunching up her swampy, furry cunt as the young senator's mouth glued itself onto her fat, rubbery labes. No, she'd found her happiness and was determined to keep it, no matter what.