{"id":293,"date":"2014-07-18T16:54:18","date_gmt":"2014-07-18T23:54:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=293"},"modified":"2014-07-18T16:57:29","modified_gmt":"2014-07-18T23:57:29","slug":"the-honeypot-ch-02-be-bimbofication-tg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=293","title":{"rendered":"The Honeypot Ch. 02 [BE \/ Bimbofication \/ TG]"},"content":{"rendered":"

The agent’s target begins to change, her intelligence fading as her body undergoes transformation. \u00a0However, she’s not the only one dealing with sudden new thoughts and desires…<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The muted chirp of Senator O’Neal’s cellphone brought her up from the depths of a bright and sunny dream.\u00a0 She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from.\u00a0 Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape.\u00a0 She was nearly always being chased by something in those dreams while, around her, people screamed in pain and terror.\u00a0 And, so, she desperately grabbed for the wispy strands of her fading dream while her phone continued to ring.<\/p>\n

She sighed when her phone stopped mid-ring.\u00a0 Gray light filtered through the translucent hotel curtains and she knew she’d have to wake up soon.\u00a0 Instead, she pressed her face deeper into the thick, uncomfortable pillows.\u00a0 Weren’t there puppies,<\/em> she wondered.\u00a0 In the dream, I think-<\/em><\/p>\n

“Senator,” came a quiet, respectful voice from the hallway outside her room.\u00a0 After a pause, the figure knocked.\u00a0 “Senator, are you awake?”<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal groaned.\u00a0 Unable to put off her duties any longer, she sat up, her brown hair falling to her shoulders.\u00a0 She yawned, stretching to work out the kinks in her back and shoulders.\u00a0 She stood, naked but for her black panties, and then shivered in the cool morning air.\u00a0 Her left nipple tightened in protest against the sudden lack of warmth.\u00a0 Grabbing her green silk robe, she pulled it on, tying it tightly around her slim waist.<\/p>\n

“Senator,” the voice called again.\u00a0 “You wanted me to make sure you were awake on time.”<\/p>\n

“It’s okay, Paul,” Senator O’Neal answered.\u00a0 “I’m up.”\u00a0 She shuffled along the thick carpeting, relishing the way it tickled at her feet.\u00a0 Unlatching the security lock, she opened the door to let her assistant inside.\u00a0 Paul Cox stood impeccably dressed in a suit and tie with his black hair slicked back.\u00a0 “I’ll start getting ready if you’ll pack my things.\u00a0 My notes are next to the laptop.”<\/p>\n

“Yes, ma’am.\u00a0 I’ll have a limo arriving in roughly an hour but I can delay if you need extra time.”<\/p>\n

“No,” she told him.\u00a0 “It’s fine.\u00a0 But, the Town Car, not the limo, please.\u00a0 I’ve done as much prep work as I can and it’s just a simple media event, not a hearing.\u00a0 I’m sure I can handle whatever curveballs come my way from whomever Senator Bowman has planted in the crowd.”<\/p>\n

“I know you can, ma’am.\u00a0 I’ll have everything ready.\u00a0 There’s a Starbucks downstairs as well.\u00a0 Sixteen ounce vanilla Frappuccino?”<\/p>\n

“Oh, yes.\u00a0 That’s absolutely required.\u00a0 Thanks again, Paul.”<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal turned away, padding over to the large bathroom.\u00a0 Her silk robe slid along her body as her hips worked.\u00a0 She surprised herself by finding the light touch of the cool fabric to be nearly sensual.\u00a0 Nearly as light and erotic as April’s touch.\u00a0 She sighed mentally.\u00a0 It’d been almost a month since she’d seen her lover and their encounters had become increasing secretive as the media decided more and more to try to make her orientation their business.\u00a0 And, thus, the business of the rest of the world.\u00a0 She grit her teeth in frustration.\u00a0 Never mind that almost every week, another state legalized same sex marriage.\u00a0 Never mind that they lived in the 21st century.\u00a0 All that mattered was the supposed sensationalism of the story.<\/p>\n

And so, Paul,<\/em> she told herself with yet another sigh.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal stood in front of the tri-fold mirror of her bathroom.\u00a0 Untying her belt, she shrugged her shoulders to let her robe slip to the ground.\u00a0 She could hear Paul moving around beyond the closed bathroom door.\u00a0 She counted herself lucky to have him as he seemed honest and genuinely nice – a rare commodity in her line of work.\u00a0 A little less than six months ago, she’d been forced to hire him as her assistant in order to allay more rumors of her sexuality.\u00a0 Of course, people still knew she was gay but quite a few were superficial enough that simply having a male assistant mollified them.<\/p>\n

Turning left and right slightly, she looked herself over.\u00a0 Slim, skin still smooth and pale from long days spent indoors.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal ran her hands lightly down her sides and along her narrow hips.\u00a0 She noted a few stray hairs she’d need to trim.\u00a0 Her left nipple was still oddly erect.\u00a0 She poked at it with a cocked eyebrow.\u00a0 April loved her little pink nipples.\u00a0 She looked back at herself in the mirror and, in her mind’s eye, her lover appeared behind her.\u00a0 Warm and soft.\u00a0 She could almost feel April’s breasts pressing against her back.\u00a0 Her lover was just under six feet tall, nearly half a foot taller than the senator.\u00a0 She’d feel her lover’s bush against the gentle curve of her ass as long, smooth arms wrapped lovingly around her, just around her pert, small breasts.<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal groaned quietly as she pictured her lover.\u00a0 She grew wet as she leaned against the bathroom sink, spreading her legs slightly.\u00a0 Her nipples ached, pulsing in time to her heartbeat.\u00a0 April’s large hands would slide down her naked back and along her hips, holding her tightly.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal moaned.\u00a0 She worked her hips in small movements, rocking them back and forth against her imaginary lover.<\/p>\n

‘Mouth or fingers,’<\/em> April asked in her daydream.\u00a0 Her ghostly lover’s fingertips ran along Senator O’Neal’s spine and the women shivered at her touch.\u00a0 She could feel her wet lips rubbing slightly together and she spread her legs further apart while arching her back.<\/p>\n

“No,” Senator O’Neal whispered with her eyes closed.\u00a0 She felt a heat, deep within herself.\u00a0 It burned from her chest to her stomach to her pussy.\u00a0 She was nearly feverish with it and swore her lips were swollen.\u00a0 Her lover’s mouth would feel amazing but only on the surface and she ached so badly deep inside.\u00a0 Fingers…. they could never reach far enough.\u00a0 She needed to be filled.\u00a0 She had to be opened wide, to have every inch inside of her wetness touched.\u00a0 The senator whimpered.\u00a0 She ached so badly.\u00a0 She was so empty.\u00a0 “The… no.\u00a0 I need more.\u00a0 I don’t… god… I…”<\/p>\n

Her soaking wet pussy lips separated slightly.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal could barely breathe as the fire raged through her body, burning out rational thought.\u00a0 Her hand reached between her legs of their own accord and the woman’s knees trembled as all five of her fingers touched her swollen mound.\u00a0 She held her fingers together, turning her wrist to reach as well as she could.<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal’s fingers slid easily between her engorged lips.\u00a0 She’d never been so wet in her entire life.\u00a0 She buried her fingers past her second knuckle.\u00a0 Her hips dropped from the sudden sensation and she almost collapsed to her knees.\u00a0 Beads of sweat broke out along her brow and she gasped for air, her voice making small squeaking noises.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t enough.\u00a0 Not nearly enough.\u00a0 She couldn’t do more with her fingers from her awkward angle.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal whimpered again.\u00a0 Her mind struggled against the heat.\u00a0 She needed to be fucked.\u00a0 She needed to be filled.\u00a0 Her whole body ached until she could feel it in her teeth.<\/p>\n

As she frantically tried to fuck herself with her fingers, small bones popped in her hips.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal kneeled on the ground in front of the sink and then rolled to her side, gasping for air with her legs spread and her hand frantically pumping between her legs.\u00a0 Bones cracked around her tailbone, fragmenting, and she couldn’t feel a thing.\u00a0 Her ears roared, burning to their tips and her mouth worked soundlessly.\u00a0 Muscle and fat tissue pushed gently at her waist.<\/p>\n

Rolling to her chest and knees, Senator O’Neal arched her back again, raising her ass as she tried desperately to find a position that would allow her to push deeper.\u00a0 Above her fingers, skin bulged slightly.\u00a0 Her nearly non-existent ass expanded.\u00a0 The senator rocked her new hips hard while she fucked herself, face to the cold ground.\u00a0 Her taut, petite ass was gone.\u00a0 Now, her ass cheeks slapped together wetly while she frantically worked her fingers.<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal’s nipples brushed over and over against the ground.\u00a0 Her nipples, small and pink, thickened, doubling in size.\u00a0 Slowly the nipples pushed closer to the ground as her breasts filled.\u00a0 Her small b-cup breasts grew to c-cup and the nipples dragged along the cool tile, back and forth, driving the young woman even more wild.\u00a0 Her breasts bulged further, adding a cup size until the skin and nipples flattened against the ground.<\/p>\n

Her orgasm eluded her.\u00a0 Her fingers weren’t enough.\u00a0 Not nearly enough.\u00a0 She ached so deep inside that she didn’t think she could reach it even if she were able to fist herself.\u00a0 Her mind was savage, lowered.\u00a0 It had one need.\u00a0 The senator pushed herself back up to her knees.\u00a0 Her right hand was completely covered in her thick cum and she absently sucked at her fingers.\u00a0 She sat back on her heels with her larger, softer ass.\u00a0 Her nipples were low and painfully erect on her firm breasts.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal’s eyes searched the bathroom.\u00a0 Nothing looked right.\u00a0 The bathroom soap bottles were far too small.\u00a0 The head of the hotel hair dryer was too short.\u00a0 Nothing had knobs and nothing was long or thick enough or….<\/p>\n

Paul,<\/em> she thought.\u00a0 Her mind was wild.\u00a0 Chaotic.\u00a0 All rationality was gone, scrambled by the heat she felt.\u00a0 He could.\u00a0 He could fuck me.\u00a0 Oh fuck.\u00a0 He’s got a cock and he could press it deep into my web pussy until I felt the end of it against my body.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 Hot and hard and thick.\u00a0 He has to.\u00a0 He has to do it.<\/em><\/p>\n

She reached eagerly for the door but her hand stopped an inch away.\u00a0 She frowned at it, lips turning into a pout as she tried to understand why she stopped.\u00a0 She stared at her hand. \u00a0The light reflected slightly off of the clear cum coating her hand.\u00a0 The bathroom, as large as it was, smelled strongly of sex and she could feel how slick her thighs were from it.<\/p>\n

Her body ached for an orgasm.\u00a0 It demanded to be fucked senseless and she was panting from the need.\u00a0 She knew that all she had to do was open the door and Paul would be there.\u00a0 She knew it, even through the fuzz in her brain.<\/p>\n

But, she couldn’t.\u00a0 Her hand wouldn’t move.\u00a0 Slowly, ever so slowly, the ache melted away, focusing into a ball in her stomach.\u00a0 As she sat, her thighs thickened.\u00a0 Her smooth skin tightened as her legs swelled to match her larger ass and hips.\u00a0 The effect was subtle enough that she didn’t notice.<\/p>\n

“What,” she gasped.\u00a0 “What am I doing?\u00a0 I almost…”\u00a0 Senator O’Neal came back to herself as a thin line of blood dripped from her nose.\u00a0 She felt drugged and slow, as if recovering from a night of heavy drinking.\u00a0 The young woman pressed her hands to her stomach but the ache wouldn’t go away.\u00a0 It hurt but it also made her want to wriggle her hips a little.\u00a0 The feeling was not unlike someone biting on her nipple, painful and pleasurable all at once.\u00a0 The senator struggled to her feet, swaying under a new weight and center of balance that hadn’t existed minutes away.\u00a0 Her larger breasts lay flat against her chest and she massaged them gently.\u00a0 They were sore to the touch and the massage felt good.\u00a0 Too good.\u00a0 When she felt the ache starting to expand again, she dropped her hands and shivered.<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal started her shower, feeling the water until it ran hot enough for her tastes.\u00a0 She breathed in the steam and sighed as it helped to clear her mind.\u00a0 Blood fell unnoticed from her nose in small drops, quickly vanishing under the hot steam.\u00a0 The young woman stepped in carefully, bowing her head under the hot water.\u00a0 The last few minutes were unclear in her mind, slipping away as if they were a fading dream.<\/p>\n

“That was terrifying,” she told herself.\u00a0 Her hands worked soap along her body, slipping along her hips and along her ass.\u00a0 Something tugged at her thoughts but vanished when she tried to focus on it.\u00a0 The water and soap felt wonderful along her body.\u00a0 She cleaned carefully along her still swollen pussy lips, ignoring the ache that threatened to escape from her stomach.<\/p>\n

She knew she was stronger than the urge to touch herself.\u00a0 That whatever happened was just her missing April and the stress from… from… from what?\u00a0 What was she doing?\u00a0 The… thing.\u00a0 There was a thing.\u00a0 A meeting?\u00a0 With a group of people.\u00a0 They… what?\u00a0 Her fingers explored her sex carefully, fingertips along the edge, lightly tracing just on the inside.\u00a0 A single finger dipped between her slick lips.\u00a0 Muscles along the length of her vagina tightened.\u00a0 A second finger joined the first and her pussy gripped both fingers greedily.\u00a0 The people… they… people…<\/em><\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal froze.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 No, this isn’t right.<\/em><\/p>\n

A polite knock made her squeak, a sudden rush of fear pushing away her need to cum.\u00a0 “Senator O’Neal?\u00a0 We have thirty minutes until we need to leave.\u00a0 I’ve laid some clothes out on the bed and I’ll be waiting outside.”<\/p>\n

“O… okay!”\u00a0 the senator answered.\u00a0 Pieces of it came back to her.\u00a0 She was supposed to meet with people to talk about something that happened.\u00a0 She’d spent the night before writing down notes and things to talk about.\u00a0 It was important.\u00a0 It was… right.\u00a0 Senator Bowman.\u00a0 And the money he’d accepted for turning a blind eye.\u00a0 More details followed the others until she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.\u00a0 The ache retreated once more and the senator hurried through the rest of her shower.<\/p>\n

After her shower, she ran on autopilot, toweling off, drying her short brown hair and then she stopped.\u00a0 She couldn’t find her makeup kit.\u00a0 While the bathroom was large, there weren’t many places her kit could’ve gone and, with a quick look, she couldn’t find it anywhere.\u00a0 The young woman stamped her foot, pouting.\u00a0 How in the world can I go out without makeup?<\/em><\/p>\n

Another line of blood fell from Senator O’Neal’s nose, tickling slightly as it trailed down to her lips.\u00a0 She absently wiped at it with the back of her hand.<\/p>\n

“Senator Bowman,” the young woman said in near sing-song.\u00a0 “Bow.\u00a0 Man.\u00a0 Sen.\u00a0 A.\u00a0 Tor.”\u00a0 She leaned forward to examine her face.\u00a0 A few small wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and mouth made her frown.\u00a0 She pushed her thin lips out, plucking at them with her fingers.\u00a0 She’d never noticed how severe her lips made her look.\u00a0 “Senator Bowman and the Ethics Committee,” she sang, to the tune of ‘Baby Beluga’.\u00a0 “Spend so hard and… and…take money.”\u00a0 The young woman giggled at her own joke while she touched various parts of her face.<\/p>\n

With a heavy sigh, Senator O’Neal opened the bathroom door to step out into the main hotel room.\u00a0 It was warmer now as she walked around the room.\u00a0 The only things left behind were her purse, her packed suitcase and a dark outfit laid out on the bed.\u00a0 She pursed her lips at it.\u00a0 A long, dark skirt with a white button-down shirt and gray jacket.\u00a0 Sensible black pumps faced way from the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n

“Boring,” she said to the empty room.\u00a0 Stepping over to her suitcase, the young woman stared at it, contemplating whether she should find other, brighter clothes to wear.\u00a0 She frowned.\u00a0 Her clothes were tightly packed and the thought of re-packing the suitcase seemed far too difficult.\u00a0 Instead, she grabbed a pair of black panties and simple white bra from the suitcase’s large zippered pocket.<\/p>\n

Humming a mindless tune, the young woman stepped into her panties and pulled up, working her wider hips back and forth.\u00a0 The silky material slid past her smooth, larger thighs, pulling tightly between her legs.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal hooked her fingers under the edge of her panties to spread them out, covering the exposed, rounded cheeks of her ass.\u00a0 She twisted her hips left and right, admiring how the fabric clung to her larger frame.\u00a0 It seemed… right<\/em> somehow.<\/p>\n

The bra wouldn’t fit.\u00a0 The young woman struggled with it, pulling and twisting and grunting until finally giving up.\u00a0 She tentatively held the bra against her breasts and looked at herself in the mirror.\u00a0 The wireframe of the small bra centered and covered her enlarged areola and nipples and some of the surrounding skin but that was all.\u00a0 Her heavier, rounded breasts made the bra look like something a stripper would wear to barely cover her nipples while still showing everything off.<\/p>\n

“What the hell?”\u00a0 Senator O’Neal whispered.\u00a0 She dropped her bra and then cupped her breasts, feeling their weight.\u00a0 Still looking in the mirror, she suddenly realized how different she looked.\u00a0 Her midsection gently curved away into hips that, turning to the side, flared into an ass that belonged on a larger woman.\u00a0 A larger woman that spent her days on the stair climber at the gym.\u00a0 Her thighs and lower legs matched her hips and ass, subtly thicker.\u00a0 \u201dOh god, what the he-”<\/p>\n

Senator O’Neal cried out, falling to her knees.\u00a0 Blood dripped to the carpet, falling freely from her nose.\u00a0 She trembled, leaning heavily on her hands.\u00a0 Sweat broke out along her hairline and a wave of nausea rippled from the top of her head to her stomach.\u00a0 The young woman swallowed twice, fighting back the sudden, hard urge to vomit.\u00a0 Pressing the back of her hand to her mouth, she closed her eyes.\u00a0 Her thin lips filled out against her hand.\u00a0 Skin swelled slowly as the skin stretched into full, pouty lips.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal shuddered and then stood on shaky legs.<\/p>\n

“Eww,” she said, staring at the blood on the back of her hand.\u00a0 The young woman walked to the bathroom and her hips swayed in hypnotic motions as if she’d been born to them.\u00a0 She cleaned herself off quickly and returned to her clothes.\u00a0 The young woman quickly picked up her skirt to struggle into it.<\/p>\n

A quiet knock came from the front door.\u00a0 “Five minutes, ma’am,” Paul said.<\/p>\n

“Oooookaaaay,” Senator O’Neal sang out.\u00a0 The fabric of her skirt strained slightly against her hips and she found she couldn’t pull the zipper the entire way.\u00a0 She pulled as far as she could and then left it.\u00a0 Her shirt was easier.\u00a0 Senator O’Neal had no interest in wearing tight clothing in order to give the media any more ammunition or to flaunt her sexuality.\u00a0 And, so, she was able to button the shirt without trouble.\u00a0 Her new fat nipples tented the fabric and she bit her full lips at the feeling of the shirt rasping against her body.\u00a0 Gaps showed through the shirt around the buttons and did nothing to hide her larger chest.<\/p>\n

Finally, Senator O’Neal pulled her dark jacket on.\u00a0 She twirled and then giggled.\u00a0 Looking at herself in the mirror, she struck a pose, fingers pointed out into the shape of a pistol.\u00a0 “Samantha O’Neal!\u00a0 FBI!”\u00a0 She told her reflection.\u00a0 Her breasts swayed alarmingly as she turned.<\/p>\n

Biting back her giggles, the young woman zipped up her suitcase and grabbed her purse.<\/p>\n

“Time for serious business,” she said, walking to the door with her wheeled suitcase.<\/p>\n

A small pool of blood, flecked with pink surrounded her old, small bra as she closed the hotel door behind her.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Robert woke and groaned.\u00a0 His head spun and the light through his windows stabbed daggers into his eyes.\u00a0 His tongue and the rest of his head felt as if they’d been wrapped in thick bandages.\u00a0 He stared at his bathroom through watery eyes while trying to mentally will the bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet onto his nightstand.<\/p>\n

Although the day wasn’t as hot as it promised to be later, he’d somehow sweated through his clothes.\u00a0 With a sigh and his eyes closed against the impending crushing headache, the man rolled and sat up.\u00a0 Sharp pains lanced through his templates and he ground his teeth against the feeling.\u00a0 His first thought was to eat the entire bottle of aspirin while his second was to shower.\u00a0 The damp clothes clung to him and he felt particularly sensitive to the way they touched his skin.\u00a0 His nipples were sore, as if he’d gone for a jog and his sweat-soaked running shirt had rubbed his nipples raw.<\/p>\n

The ache in his head migrated to his jaw and he stood, ignoring the pain.\u00a0 Robert clicked on the TV as he made his way to his bathroom, staring at the world through half-closed eyes.\u00a0 He quickly shook a handful of pills into one hand and then bent down to take a mouthful of water from the bathroom sink.\u00a0 Titling his head back, he dropped the pills into his mouth and swallowed.\u00a0\u00a0 Leaning forward on the counter, he waited for the pain to subside, totally oblivious that he’d swallowed six large pills and a mouthful of water without choking.<\/p>\n

Slowly, the pain retreated from his jaws and he shivered.\u00a0 In a trance, the young man stripped out of his clothes, dropping them to the bathroom floor.\u00a0 His shirt fell away and then he struggled out of his undershirt before letting that drop as well.\u00a0 His belt seemed to be missing so he undid his pants and stood in his socks and underwear.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t his underwear.\u00a0 Somehow, in the half-darkness of the night before, he’d grabbed the lady’s (what was her name? he asked himself) panties and put them on.\u00a0 Worse, he hadn’t even noticed when he’d done it even though they fit him oddly.\u00a0 His testicles overflowed and his cock, somehow still hard from morning wood, was clearly exposed.<\/p>\n

“Jesus, Robert,” he said.\u00a0 His voice was gravely, as if he hadn’t spoken in years.\u00a0 “Maybe it’s time to lay off the drink for a while.”\u00a0 He reached for the panties and then stopped.\u00a0 The dark red of the fabric seemed to absorb the bathroom’s lights.\u00a0 He was surprised at how soft they were, as if they were barely there.\u00a0 A dot of pre-cum shined at the tip of his cock.<\/p>\n

Robert gently stepped out of the panties, shivering as they slid against his hairy legs.\u00a0 His cock throbbed in response to the sensations and the ache from his chest faded from pain to small spikes of pleasure.\u00a0 Holding the panties in his right hand, he placed them against his cock, sliding the small red underwear against his length, over and over.\u00a0 Robert moaned, leaning against the cold tile of his bathroom sink.\u00a0 With his eyes closed, the young man didn’t notice as his nipples hardened.\u00a0 No longer tiny but still smaller than his pinky finger, they throbbed in time to his heartbeat.\u00a0 Nerves lit up from his nipples straight to his belly and he gasped.<\/p>\n

His orgasm was sudden and hard and made him cry out.\u00a0 Thick white cum spurted out, covering the opposite wall and floor as his cock pulsed twice and then a third time.\u00a0 Robert collapsed to his toilet’s lid, panting.\u00a0 His cock ached, still hard but overly sensitive to touch.\u00a0 The smell of his cum filled the bathroom and he breathed in the scent deeply.\u00a0 Robert’s lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them.\u00a0 On an impulse, he brought the panties to his face and breathed in its scent.\u00a0 Some of his cum had caught onto them and became smudged above his lips.\u00a0 The woman’s scent was gone; replaced by his own and the smell of his sex was overpowering.<\/p>\n

With a sigh, Robert pulled the panties away and his tongue darted out again, greedily licking away the thick, creamy cum above his lips.\u00a0 The taste was vaguely salty with a strange bit of sweetness to it and he barely noticed as his tongue ran along his teeth and against the roof of his mouth.\u00a0 His cock throbbed painfully in response.<\/p>\n

In the other room, the television played to a quiet room.<\/p>\n

“In five minutes we’ll be covering the news conference, live as Senator O’Neal begins her briefing on the hearing.\u00a0 We hope…”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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