"Oh, yes," she whispered. "It's really neat."

Without further words, the Senator moved his arm around her slim waist, gently drawing her closer to him. She could feel the excitement surging through her young body as she rested her face against the famous man's shoulder. A little trickle of hot cunt juice bubbled out of her tingling slit when she felt his hand inching down towards her soft round butt.

"Oh, Senator," she giggled when his fingers began probing into the quivering crack of her ass through the thin material of her dress. "That makes me feel all naughty."

"Don't you like to feel naughty?" he whispered, still working his fingers around in the soft flesh between her luscious asscheeks.

"I don't know," she smiled up at him. "It's a funny feeling.

When he suddenly drew her into his arms, Kim offered her soft open lips up to his as she lightly pressed her hot little pussy against his groin. She could feel his hard cock grinding back at her through his pants.

"Kim," he whispered excitedly. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

Kim could hardly believe that this famous man actually wanted her to sleep with him.

"Gee, yes," she giggled nervously, too excited to even hide her feelings. "I'd love to."

When they stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, a big black limousine pulled up to the curb as if by magic. Kim was impressed by the appearance of the big dark-haired chauffeur who jumped out and opened the door for them. He was a handsome young man in his late twenties and Kim saw a strange amused twinkle in his eyes as he helped her into the car.

"Will you drop us at the motel, Charles," he said to the driver when they were settled in their seats. "And when you get home, please tell Mrs. Dunkirk that I've been detained in town tonight."

"Yes, sir," the chauffeur answered, and Kim could see him watching her through the mirror with an amused expression on his leering face.