A carefully folded white handkerchief protruded from the left breast pocket of his jacket. His right hand was raised, his fingers extended in a gestur... to the audience."Let there be no mistake about my attitudes. I'm running for Congress on the Republican ticket in support of Herbert Hoover. It's clear to me, as it's clear to many of you, that Herbert Hoover is a great example of the manhood of America. The more I see of the national campaign, the more I feel that his election is of supreme. First you saw wet puddle at the floor under her spread legs and realized that this was notsperm it was her pussy juice dripped form her wet vagina, then you started looking at her ass and in a few moment you realized that you know this ass youclosed your eyes and recalled you mothers ass that you saw at the shower this morning then you opened you eyes and is was SHE! Your mother naked, helpless, and all wet was at you. You was shoked, you didn't know what to do?! Run away, scream, cry or what. "She disappeared and Tom wanted to laugh at the child's obvious efforts at leading him on, except it really wasn't funny. She was deadly with her beauty and charms! He had no doubt that she would go all the way, if he let her. She had no idea of the stakes of the game she was playing... Tom knew he could lose everything that mattered in his life for a few minutes fucking while to her it would be no more than a new adventure, a new conquest! She was still a child by law, in spite of what her. ’ His accent was heavy with some words but others you couldn’t tell that he wasn’t from the lands. As soon as he said his name, the women began to huddle together. They had heard stories about the Warlord Cassiss and nothing was good. But each time he motioned to one, they would speak their crimes and he nodded before going to the next. Then last was Isabella, when she told him what her crime was, she could see anger in his eyes before he relaxed and nodded. Then spoke once she was finished..