All this over stolen lingerie? I’m no thief—this was a one-time mistake, and I sure as hell didn’t deserve being manhandled by four depraved, power-tripping security guards. Under Case No. 8003678, they didn’t just search my purse—they stripped off my dress and groped every inch of my bare skin. Then they bent me over their desk and forced their fingers inside my cunt, convinced I’d hidden something there.
I’m a fucking politician—I have some dignity! But all they saw was an excuse to slap campaign stickers over my tits. They knew how badly I needed to keep this quiet, or my career would be over. Their only offer? They’d let me walk if I sucked each of their dicks. And like I expected, they didn’t stop there. One after another, they fucked me hard.
Yeah, I was furious—but fuck, those bastards knew exactly how to work a woman. Each cock was thicker, each thrust deeper, and by the last one, I was dripping. They’ve clearly had plenty of practice stuffing a politician’s mouth with cum.