She felt all her resistance breaking apart in her like a dam overloaded with backwater. Elaine didn't want a high position in the clerical pool. She just wanted a good, hard fuck that would burn her snatch up and blast her brains out!

"Oh, Pete. Come, she'd never go for that," Elaine heard Wanda giggle loudly.

"Why not? It's different," the old man wheezed out.

Elaine brought herself back to the present situation and looked back over at the couple. The old man had managed to peel off Wanda's white blouse and bra. Her tits swayed lazily back and forth as Senator Kuhns held his whisky glass in one hand and lightly hit the brunette's big boobs back and forth with the other. Wanda was standing only a few inches away from the old man, hunching her cunt-mound up hard against his crotch while she ran her hands lightly up and down the front of his bulging fly.

"But Elaine's not that kind of girl," Wanda whispered loudly, turning slowly towards her friend and winking slyly.

"This town makes anyone kinky in a little while," the old man wheezed as he also turned towards Elaine and stared hard at the cringing blonde. Elaine wriggled her taut ass-cheeks together and crossed her legs, feeling the senator's eyes snake across her slender thighs. Every time the old man looked at her, Elaine felt as if she needed a hot bath.

"We'll talk about it later," Wanda said, obviously wanting to change the subject.

"Hey, honey. Do you like dogs?" the senator blurted out as he staggered away from Wanda, spread his legs widely apart, the downed the rest of his drink.

"Wh-What?" Elaine asked as she watched the old man finish his drink. It was hard for her to imagine that this drunk, baggy-panted, pot-bellied man was a respected government official.