<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/Alexa_zpsdihr6ja0.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Alexa Blanchefleur<br/><strong>Location</strong>: City Hall<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Collar (under shirt), Shirt, skirt, tie<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kassey, Sophia, Open<br/><hr/>Alexa smirked to herself, one eye turned towards the door in case another clueless outsider wandered up - if a local came in, she'd just continue stroking her cock, as most knew already - and watched. One thing her job entailed was setting up the mayor's equipment, from the software on her computer to the 'special' milk in her coffee ... and to the little webcam that really did not look at all like a camera.<br/>The blonde had her own political ambitions, after all, and seeing how the mayor handled herself in private meetings had seemed like a good idea.<br/>That the mayor usually spend those 'private meetings' fucking people senseless was of less actual use, but still enjoyable to watch and jerk off to.<br/><br/>And, if it came down to it, there was always the blackmail opportunity. Not that Alexa liked that idea, but, well, she'd do a<em>lot</em>of things if it meant furthering her aims.<br/>She'd expected the two to simply talk, and had been giving herself only a slow handjob, but clearly the mayor had decided to go right ahead and fill the uptight outsider's belly and head with milk, and her pussy with cock, and Alexa's hand increased its pace along her own shaft as she watched.<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/>The bus ride had, thankfully, not been all that long to Plushville, although Faith had spent much of it uncomfortable, her slender ass still sore from the grope she had received just before leaving.<br/>Still, she was out on her own in a town that was practically the lesbian capital of the state, if not country. As she collected her bag and left the bus, she idly wondered why she hadn't come here before, just for fun.<br/>Because, unfortunately, fun wasn't what she was here for right now.<br/><br/>With now real destination in mind, the redhead began to wander, simply looking around at the town itself, which was a pretty normal-looking neighbourhood, if a bit on the fancy side for her tastes, and the people who lived there. Who were all either pregnant, blessed with big, bouncy breasts and juicy fat asses or both. Few men, though, and most of those seemed to be young and accompanying their (almost always) incredibly voluptuous mothers.<br/>"Never has the term MILF been more appropriate," Faith mumbled to herself, watching one particularly bouncy woman walk past, holding the hand of her little girl.<br/>After about an hour of aimless wandering, though, the reporter found herself growing tired, not to mention a little hungry. The sight of a diner prompted a shrug and a change of direction. Something to eat and a chance to write down her initial thoughts seemed like a good idea, then maybe head for where she had booked a room for her stay here.<br/><br/>Finding an empty seat was not much of a problem, and she set her notepad and pen - there were higher tech options, sure, but she'd always favoured simply writing stuff down by hand - she gave the menu a brief glance and the women around her a somewhat longer one.<br/><em>If I didn't have to work</em>, she thought to herself.<em>And they didn't have to wear clothes, this would be heaven.</em>