It was shortly before midnight when he drove into the sweeping driveway of Senator Dunkirk's country home. After parking the limousine in the large garage with the other cars, Charles walked up the stairs to his private quarters above the building. His mind was still on the little blonde filly who by now undoubtedly had her sweet young cunt stuffed full of the Senator's stiff cock.

After pouring himself a drink, Charles picked up the house phone and dialed Mrs. Dunkirk's quarters over in the main house.

"Hello," a woman answered in a soft sultry voice.

"This is Charles," he replied. "The Senator is staying in town tonight."

"Oh, good," she whispered. "I'll be over in a few minutes.

When Ann Dunkirk hung up the phone, she slowly walked across the room to observe herself in the full-length mirror. Removing her dressing gown, she carefully studied her naked figure in the mirror and was more than pleased with the reflection. Her thick red hair, which she usually wore piled on top of her head, was flowing casually down over her creamy white shoulders, accenting the beauty of her light-brown eyes. The Senator's wife was in her late thirties, but her firm tits and big luscious nipples would be the envy of most teen-agers. She stared approvingly at her slim waist and full round hips that flared out so softly and seductively. The soft triangle of red pussy hair that nestled between her smooth silky thighs glowed like molten copper in soft light.

Ann Dunkirk was considered one of the most beautiful women in Washington, and was absolutely elegant when she attended social affairs with her prominent husband.