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fully erect
     until he ejaculated.
    “Sure wish I could take Johnnie home. Come sit on him for me. No, wait. Stand up here, and let me see that pretty pussy first.”
    Foxy placed her feet beside his hips.
    He spread her outer lips. “God damn! She sure is happy to see me,” he said, rubbing her shaft with his finger. “I’ma eat this
     here pussy like you my twenty-seven-year-old wife.”
    Last year the senator remarried shortly after his wife had passed. He was smart to announce his engagement after his reelection.
     His marrying a woman half his age came as a shock to the community, but not to Foxy. There were older men who needed younger
     women in order to feel youthful. Foxy felt older women should marry younger, not older men and reap the same young spirited
     benefits. Foxy’s youngest client, a wealthy eighteen-year-old, fucked her good the entire sixty minutes. He knew tricks her
     eighty-year-old client was too old to learn or remember.
    Senator Pendleton picked up the dental dam from the poolside tray, covered her engorged shaft, then buried his face in her
     pussy. He licked and lapped. Foxy moaned, “Oh, yeah. You’re making my pussy wet.” She had a small orgasm as he continued lapping.
     A bigger orgasm emerged when he sucked her clit and shaft at the same time.
    “Careful there,” she said. “Don’t swallow the dam.”
    “Whew, that was close,” he said. “I just love this here strawberry dam… hot damn! I’m hard as a hammer.”
    He’d paid for Johnnie and could take his sidekick home whenever he wanted but told her his wife didn’t like toys. “I’m ready
     to fuck this sweet pussy. Get down here on this big ole dick,” he said.
    Foxy stepped into the swirling water. He inched to the edge of his seat. She eased the dildo inside her pussy and swayed her
     hips back and forth, massaging his nuts with her butt cheeks.
    The senator grabbed her titties, held them tight, and sucked her right breast. “These the prettiest titties I’ve ever seen.
     If I weren’t already married, I’d marry ya,” he said again. “Tell me you love me.”
    Foxy whispered, “I love you.”
    Some men like Senator Pendleton simply needed to hear a woman tell them, “I love you,” even if she didn’t mean it.
    “Aw, hell. I’m cumming already. Cum with me,” he said, holding her tight. “Hold me real close and cum with me.”
    Foxy wrapped her arms around him. Held him tight as she could. “You’re making me cum on this big ole dick. I’m cumming.”
    The senator didn’t care if she came with him. His ego had paid to believe he could still fuck a young woman into an orgasm.
    He let go, leaned back, then said, “Aw, damn. An old man like me couldn’t satisfy you every day. You got too much stamina.”
    Foxy didn’t respond. He didn’t need to hear her confirm or deny his feelings. At times all a man needed a woman to do was
     listen. It was five o’clock. Their session was over, and it was time for her to prepare dinner and her body for Dallas Washington.
    En route to Dallas’s house, Foxy called Victoria. “Hey, I’m on my way out.”
    Victoria replied, “I hope you’re headed home. Your home.”
    “Good-bye,” Foxy said, ending the call.

C HAPTER 14

Winton
    F ive o’clock, Wednesday. He arrived. Used his key. Entered her town house he’d paid for. He refused to put his name on the
     deed as she’d requested. He’d given her cash. There were no traceable cashiers’ and definitely no personal checks issued in
     her name. He was smarter than his male clients that purchased joint property so they could reserve the right to take back
     whatever so-called gifts they’d given their mistresses.
    The fresh scent of cinnamon greeted his nostrils at the door. The one picture she’d begged to take of him hung in a 24- x
     36-inch frame on the living room wall. A 5 x 7 of the same photo was on her nightstand, and an 8 x 10 hung in her bathroom.
     Women had done stranger things with images