Sarah Takes Charge

You turn around and see Sarah sizing you up. Wearing her signature red blazer, black skirt, black pantyhose and high heels, she stands aggressively with her fists planted on her ample hips. The blazer hugs her waist and clings to her breasts as they heave with pent up frustration and anger.

"Come here..." she commands. 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..." She steps forward and firmly places a hand on your crotch.

"Not today..." she growls.