’ * * * * * ‘Where the fuck is she?’ The office of Mayor Richard Chambliss was in a shambles. His faithful secretary, Cheryl, had tendered her r...esignation, his political adviser was in the bathroom, suffering from stress-borne diarrhea and his wife was desperately trying to pretend that all was well. The air-headed First Lady waltzed around the office, her baby blues slightly unfocused and an uncommon lilt in her step. Only his assistant, Randolph, remained. ‘Uh, we don’t know, sir. The. She smiled at me. I could feel her eyeing me up and down through her shades and I wondered what she was thinking. I climbed the steps up to the porch. She smelled of coconut sunscreen and margaritas. I could tell she had a little buzzed by the way she was smiling at me. I smiled back.“What’s going on?” I asked nonchalantly as I slowly walked up to her, getting close enough to smell the tequila on her breath. “Oh not much. Just laying out on the back deck getting some sun and having a few. ” Reluctantly he seemed to agree and he quickly dressed. He gave me a hug and I gave his cock a squeeze through his trousers and beamed at him before ushering him out of the door. I switched on the toy while the shower was heating up and I was soon multitasking, already ploughing my furrow as I adjusted the temperature. I was coming heavily a minute later. I washed my hair and then hopped out and dried my body before once again wrapping myself in one of the hotel’s robes. I usually let my hair. Paccchhh……..ppppaaaaccchhh kala ta Padmakamala swarga raaiza re pahanchigala aau jor jor hasibaku laagila je didi daudi aasi dekhila pura dam re giha guhi chalichhi)Pudyasini: Mo naa ta badalei pudyasini rakhila ehar naa kana rakhibaBanabrata: Naa ta deichha padmakamala aau kana mu ta Pudyakala boli dakibi tume kana kahuchhaPudyasini: Khub bhala naa ta dela mu bi pudyakala kahibiPudyakala: Mu kana boli ehanku dakibiPudyasini: Mu ta bandaraaja dakuchhi tu bandaghaita kahile kou din satare to.