Sarah Breaks Down

You turn around and see Sarah start to break down. Wearing her signature red blazer, black skirt, black pantyhose and high heels, she stands resigned with her shoulders slumped as she raises her hands to her face. A single tear begins to run down her cheek. Her breasts shudder as she begins to cry.

"Come here..." she begs. You walk over to where she stands, trying to maintain eye contact and ignore the raising hard-on you are starting to sport in the presence of the attractive politician.

"Look..." Sarah points to the pictures on the floor of her husband in various compromising positions. "this is what I have to go home to. This joke is the only option I'm supposed to have to meet my womanly needs... I don't know what to do."

Feeling uncomfortable and not knowing quite what to do, you place your hands on her shoulders and try to console her. Before you can say anything, she takes a step forwards and kisses you passionately.