He told me privately that it was worse than anything he had gone through when he got shot in Monrovia. He still had a giant cast on his right leg, and...a much smaller cast on his right arm. A month later his casts had come off and his catheter had come out, and he was able to walk upright and use the bathroom, although he needed a lot of help. He balked at moving into the White House but was amenable to the idea of moving into the house on 30 th Street. We converted my first-floor library into. There he seemed nice and asked me if I wanted to go to his motel room. I said yes and we went there.It was just across the driveway. I thought he was just a straight guy and no kinky stuff. Boy was I wrong. Once inside we started to make out. Kissing and hugging. I took his clothes off and started to suck his cut 7 inch cock. He started to tell me I was a good cocksucker. That he was going to make me his bitch. He smacked my ass. Not hard, but enough to let me know I was his for the time being.. One Saturday I was in the biggest shopping mall in town. I was sitting on a bench tucked in between two potted shrubs. I was in the perfect position to watch the girls go up the escalator. On occasion I could even see a hint of panty on a girl. I had my cell phone out and ready to capture the moment. I had obtained two pictures. One was of a young mother with her small child. She held onto its hand but in that position she was bent slightly and leaning off to one side. She was wearing pink. Karungaaaahh…teriiiiiiiiiiihhh…maaaaaaaa……ke……pet…se..tera..bhaiiiiiiii….aaaaahhhhhhhh…….firr…aaaaahhhh……main…..aaaaahhhh…….tera….patii………orrrrrrr……..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh………baaaaap………..aaaaaahhh..kehlaunga…..teriiiiii….maaaaaaaaa……..teriiiiiiii…aaaahhh……sautan…….ban.aaaaahhhhh…….jayegi…….orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..main….teri…..maaaaaa…..ahhhhhhhhhh……..ka……pati……orrrr….aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…..damad………banjaungaaaaa……aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.Vasna me doob ke main uski baton ki kalpana karne lagi jisse meri chut ki.