"Hit me harder! Don't stop, spank me!" I scream as he towers over me. My eyes are bloodshot due to the chloroform rag daddy held against my face after I misbehaved ; naughty girl. This man, this dark man, dressed in black spandex suits with his whips at his side. Major age difference weans at the strings holding my morals together, his wife has no clue.
Oh Ann, silly girl, you have no idea. You are hidden from a fucked up life that your husbands leads. While you galavant all around La Jolia with your 5 kids, your hubby is taking me where its appreciated. Bet you never thought mr Politician had such a dark side to him. Take that string of pearls around your neck and choke yourself, just like Mitt chokes me. Let me tell you from the beginning you incompetent fool.
It all started with that look. I was delivering Mr. Romney his daily latte, my shirt was slightly unbuttoned. He stared at my ample tan cleavage as it peeked out, as if it was yearning for his wise touch. He soon realized where he was staring, drooling, and looking up to see if I had noticed. I smiled a shy smile, "is that all Mr. Romney?" "Yes, that is all. But please, call me Mitt." I quickly scurried away, I couldn't help but notice his glancing eyes follow my supple behind as i sauntered away from his dark oak desk. I was his assistant, believe it or not. Little ole me, a small town girl from Michigan, but so important to him. As a young woman I saw him, the way he walked into a room, the way every woman's head turned. I was instantly drawn to this wolf of a man. *cue Shakira wolf howl*