As the day progressed, DeBlasio and Markowitz drained the contents being manufactured in their private sperm factory many times over. DeBlasio popped a blue pill once to ensure functioning over the hours. Markowitz needed no such stimulus as he was one who nearly always had a rock hard cock. It had been that way since as far back as he could remember.
Others came by DeBlasio's campaign office, which was a suite of 5 rooms in an old townhouse on a quiet and quaint tree lined street.
Bill Thompson was there along with the latest Mayor, a man known to most as 'old moneybags'. The Mayor stripped down and showed his lean but decently lengthed ruling sceptor which stuck straight out as if supported by a fine wooden shelf. Thompson had also stripped down and his thickening meat caught the eye of Felicity French, one of Mayor Moneybags current sex interests. Felicity almost immediately dropped to her knees in front of Thompson, her kneepads cushioning her drop almost as much as the plush carpeting with triple padding underneath.
"MMM..." was the only sound Bill Thompson could get from his mouth as he felt the soothing, delightful caress or Felicity's tounge, lips and mouth. While he indulged in that pleasure, the always ready Markowitz crept up in back of her, moving slowly on his knees. As Felicity used her mouth on Thompson and his 8.9 inches of tubing (7.8 around), Markowitz took the opportunity of thrashing the well rounded rear of the 22 year old, slapping his 13 incher-9.7 around (hey it's fiction so I can make it any size I want) against the butt cheeks before deciding which hole he was going to fill. Soon his meat was throbbing inside Felicity's moist hot pussy. With all her skills, it was of little wonder that she brought both Thompson and Markowitz off at the same time and just as she brole into a earthquake powerful orgasm.