”“Hey, I didn’t say we shouldn’t use it to pressure the man. I’m just saying that this is going to go too far. You impeach the President for...ordering break-ins and rigging elections. You don’t run an impeachment because he got a blowjob from an intern! That’s why they invented divorce, John!”He shrugged and gave me a helpless gesture. “You know the man. What do you expect me to do?”“Talk to people. I went to lunch with George Will last week, and Marilyn and I went to dinner with Tim Russert and. " "Excellent. Again." Master places his cock between my cheeks. "Keep breathing Angel. You're doing great." He places the head at the entrance of my tight little bud. As I breath deep, he slides in. Deeper with each breath. As I take another deep breath, I feel his balls hit against the back of my thighs. "Oh Master. That feels so good." "Give yourself a minute to get used to me inside you." He runs his hands over my breasts and squeezes as he goes. Slides his hand down my stomach. “Oh my God NOOOO!”The long, slender white plastic device in my hand bore in unmistakable terms the one word I had dreaded.‘PREGNANT’“About four or five months I would say,” the pretty young female doctor was saying as I sat opposite her in the consulting room five minutes later feeling truly sick. “But we’ll do the calculations now. Congratulations Mrs. Ashcroft. When was your last period?”Her words simply washed over me. Four or five months pregnant? How could that possibly be? My periods had. I nodded. “Left boot it is, Mister Barrett,” and tried to ignore the smirk that spread across his face.My next stop was Mr. Wilkinson of Cow Lane, maker of the finest blades in London.I spoke to a supercilious member of the staff, who was aghast when I described the knife I wanted constructed.“We do not make blades for assassins, sir, but for gentlemen.”I bit my tongue and let the man’s insolence pass. Given my requirements for a knife, able to be secreted about my person, it could be supposed.