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“I don’t think I’m going to like this, Wanda,” Elaine Schaff said nervously as she moved slowly down the wide eighth-floor hotel hall. The twenty-four-year-old, big-titted young blonde couldn’t believe that she’d actually accepted her best girl friend’s suggestion to come to the downtown Washington, D.C. Hilton and fuck a complete stranger.
“Come on, Elaine. For the past couple of weeks, all I’ve heard from you is how you needed cock,” Wanda said softly as she glanced first at the small sheet of paper in her hand, then looked back up at the numbers on the doors.
“I know. But I don’t know this man. Are you sure it’s all right?” Elaine asked in a little-girl’s voice. She was so horny and excited she could have come right now if a man just looked at her. But Elaine felt she had to put up some kind of resistance. It was the only way she could keep up her own sense of womanly respectability.
“Honey, it’s gonna be more than all right. It’s gonna be fantastic! You know the story that goes around the Hill about Senator Sam Smith. The girls in the office don’t call him “Donkey Sam” for nothing,” Wanda said as she folded the paper in half and shoved it back in her purse. “The room must be down the other end of the hall,” the attractive, slim brunette said as she quickened her pace.
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