Chapter 8
Senator Steven O'Connor eagerly tore open the package with a Federal Bureau of
Prisons return address and removed the DVD disk. He buzzed his administrative
assistant Jennifer, instructed her to tell his secretary he wasn't to be
disturbed under any circumstances and asked her to join him. He locked his
office door on his way back from loading the disk into a player.
"Something special?" she asked as the screen lit up.
"Yes indeed!" he exclaimed. "A little light entertainment!"
His cock began to swell as soon as he saw his former wife climb onto the table.
It grew painfully hard before her second wrist was restrained. He thought about
the bondage he'd tried with her early in their marriage. He had enjoyed it much
more than she. He'd done it to many hookers over the years. He hadn't mind
paying extra for the special thrill it gave him. Now he seldom used them.
Jennifer liked to be tied up. In fact, she liked everything he did to her, no
matter how painful or degrading. Jennifer stood beside his chair with her hand
on his shoulder. He opened his fly and began to masturbate when Richardson
inserted the probe.
"Let me help," Jennifer suggested. He watched the screen while Jennifer knelt
between his legs and took him in her mouth. He climaxed the first time when
Sondra's first near-orgasm was squelched. He ejaculated twice more during the
next hour. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cum that often no matter whom
he was with or what she was doing to him. Nothing compared with the view of
Sondra in restraints with the probe sticking out of her and the sight of her
repeated excitations and torturous denials.
He fell asleep before Jennifer got into bed that night. Even her talented and
insistent mouth wasn't enough to arouse him.
