Vignette Watson was excited..... ready for anything.
She was here.... finally. She was attending the state political convention.
Professor Herding put his arm around her waist, guiding her through the busy crowd of convention goers. They were moving towards the sign-in desk. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Vignette let it rest there.
It was the least she could do. She had already done everything she could to get him to take her to the convention. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view of her sweet spot. It was all for politics. Politics! Vignette just loved politics. The whole idea of it, the being at the center of power, getting to where the deci
