I had shaken the hands of more Senators, Representatives and VIP’s than I would ever be able to remember. The green carts carried us back to the Sub...urbans. I walked to driver’s side only to be stopped by Marcy.“No you don’t; Ambassadors don’t drive, they get driven. Get your butt in the back seat and don’t forget to buckle up.” Never argue with Marcy when she is that direct; you are not going to win.The General walked up, “I will follow you back to your office, then I need to find a motel room. Then one Friday evening we were invited to the home of Sarah,s oldest good friend Heidi in Buckinghamshire and as it involved travel by train we would stay over and travel back on Sunday afternoon. Heidi and husband Lou had been married a year before us and he had lots of money hence a big house complete with a swimming pool. When we arrived the barbecue was going strong and the beer and booze flowing, other friends in attendance. After we ate we had a bit of a proper party and were soon rather. We had never spoken though and all I knew was that he lived on the thirteenth floor because that is where he always got off.So there I was, a bored woman standing silently in the elevator, staring at the floor numbers light up one after the other. 2-3-4. I decided to do something wild and unpredictable to break my dreary daily routine. What I would do, I didn't know yet, but I decided to do something. 5-6-7. The idea of jumping on the man in the elevator with me and having sex slowly blossomed. He moved on top of her, and he slapped a large mosquito that had just bitten him on the ass. He kissed her mouth as his dick dangled, teasing her hairy cunt. Sadie held it in her hand and led it to her opening as her tongue danced with his.“Fuck me,” she wheezed, with limited breath.He felt her luscious, swollen lips open for him, and the head of his cock entered her. He pushed, and her torso wiggled beneath him, and she took more of him in, and she did it again, until she had all of him. She.