Chapter 9
"We are just getting the returns from the 9th district. Yes ... yes ...
and I think that our computers have definitely been proven right,
folks. TIM CASSIDY IS THE WINNER! TIM CASSIDY IS OUR NEW SENATOR! In a
few moments we'll have a word with the winner, but right now, here is
the word from Senator Gearson who seems to have lost his bid for
reelection to the Senate to the young Tim Cassidy.
"Do you have anything to say, Senator?"
"I'd like to thank all the people that worked so hard for me ... and to
congratulate the winner!" The elderly senator smiled wanly, and the
picture slowly faded out, while another took its place.
"Here he comes now! He's coming now!" The announcer's voice spoke
hysterically. The sound of cheering had already come thundering through
and was filling the microphones and a throng of hundreds danced up and
down at the downtown Cassidy headquarters.
Finally Tim Cassidy and his entourage could be seen advancing toward
the bank of microphones. His wife Sylvie was directly beside him and he
kept her there with his arm around her waist as together they moved
slowly through the crowd. In front of them making room for their
passage were the 2 Cassidy brothers, Ron and Erick, proudly beaming in
recognition of the fact that their brother was now a Senator. Behind
them came a beaming brunette, Arlene, Sylvie's cousin who kept her eyes
trained on Ron Cassidy as she walked.
She had set her cap for the oldest brother but it was the middle
brother Ron who had captured her, controlling her body and soul with
his strange disciplinary measures.
Upstairs in the private rooms reserved for the family, Mrs. Thelma
Cassidy along with a group of about a dozen camp followers watched it
all on her color set. She was a trifle miffed that Tim had insisted she
stay upstairs during the big moment, but she knew her turn with the
cameras and the photographers would come later, so it wasn't so bad.
Besides ... they had won... Her boy was on his way to the great things
she had always predicted for him.
She watched with approval as the tightly knit group gathered around Tim
as he made his acceptance speech.
"Through thick and through thin, the Cassidys stick it out!" she
murmured to the elderly woman who was her son's secretary and Mrs.
Grayson agreed.
"That girl is turning into a real Cassidy," Thelma said, noting
Sylvie's beaming expression as Tim spoke. Only Sylvie knew that her
husband's hand, hidden by the brothers and other members of the group
behind them, was rhythmically massaging her willing buttocks as he gave
one of the most charming speeches of his career. It was their secret
symbol that meant they would celebrate the victory that night in their
own manner, close in each other's arms, his hard cock locked in the
tightly clinging orifice of her obedient and faithful pussy.
Arlene felt Ron's arm around her and looked adoringly up into his eyes.
"We've won!" he told her. "Nothing can stop us now ... not with our
organization!"
"Fucking and sucking and wheeling and dealing, Cassidy style," Erick
Cassidy thought. "Nothing can beat it!"
To Be Continued
"We are just getting the returns from the 9th district. Yes ... yes ...
and I think that our computers have definitely been proven right,
folks. TIM CASSIDY IS THE WINNER! TIM CASSIDY IS OUR NEW SENATOR! In a
few moments we'll have a word with the winner, but right now, here is
the word from Senator Gearson who seems to have lost his bid for
reelection to the Senate to the young Tim Cassidy.
"Do you have anything to say, Senator?"
"I'd like to thank all the people that worked so hard for me ... and to
congratulate the winner!" The elderly senator smiled wanly, and the
picture slowly faded out, while another took its place.
"Here he comes now! He's coming now!" The announcer's voice spoke
hysterically. The sound of cheering had already come thundering through
and was filling the microphones and a throng of hundreds danced up and
down at the downtown Cassidy headquarters.
Finally Tim Cassidy and his entourage could be seen advancing toward
the bank of microphones. His wife Sylvie was directly beside him and he
kept her there with his arm around her waist as together they moved
slowly through the crowd. In front of them making room for their
passage were the 2 Cassidy brothers, Ron and Erick, proudly beaming in
recognition of the fact that their brother was now a Senator. Behind
them came a beaming brunette, Arlene, Sylvie's cousin who kept her eyes
trained on Ron Cassidy as she walked.
She had set her cap for the oldest brother but it was the middle
brother Ron who had captured her, controlling her body and soul with
his strange disciplinary measures.
Upstairs in the private rooms reserved for the family, Mrs. Thelma
Cassidy along with a group of about a dozen camp followers watched it
all on her color set. She was a trifle miffed that Tim had insisted she
stay upstairs during the big moment, but she knew her turn with the
cameras and the photographers would come later, so it wasn't so bad.
Besides ... they had won... Her boy was on his way to the great things
she had always predicted for him.
She watched with approval as the tightly knit group gathered around Tim
as he made his acceptance speech.
"Through thick and through thin, the Cassidys stick it out!" she
murmured to the elderly woman who was her son's secretary and Mrs.
Grayson agreed.
"That girl is turning into a real Cassidy," Thelma said, noting
Sylvie's beaming expression as Tim spoke. Only Sylvie knew that her
husband's hand, hidden by the brothers and other members of the group
behind them, was rhythmically massaging her willing buttocks as he gave
one of the most charming speeches of his career. It was their secret
symbol that meant they would celebrate the victory that night in their
own manner, close in each other's arms, his hard cock locked in the
tightly clinging orifice of her obedient and faithful pussy.
Arlene felt Ron's arm around her and looked adoringly up into his eyes.
"We've won!" he told her. "Nothing can stop us now ... not with our
organization!"
"Fucking and sucking and wheeling and dealing, Cassidy style," Erick
Cassidy thought. "Nothing can beat it!"
To Be Continued
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