Unknown: Southern tramp

As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, "Mr. Hardman, you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If you see what I mean."

She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the little minx really was.

He said awkwardly, "Look. I'm willing to give you quite a substantial sum of money if you'll divorce Randy…"

Melanie's silvery laugh interrupted him.

"Oh, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed merrily, "Don't be silly! My daddy has twice as much money as you have, and I've already talked with him on the phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you did, Randy and I would not change our minds."

Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his trouser.

Melanie's eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable bulge that tented the fly.

"Why, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed, "I do believe you like me a little, after all!"

Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding, lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously proportioned member from his virile father.

"Wha-What are you doing?" Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip his fly.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy!"