Hitler’s Germany and Stalin’s Russia had so many similarities it was frightening. You’re right in that Thorn needs to be defeated, and urgently,...but you’d just replace him with something identical, the only difference being you think you’d be at the top of that heap instead of the bottom. Never mind the fact that most of the people at the bottom of this heap would be at the bottom of your heap as well. In any case, what about...”Ken stood up, interrupting him. “You’re a soddin’ fascist,” he. One thing my husband did for me that I will always be greatful for is my son. His name is Ken. He is 21 years old.Kenny looks nothing like his father. If I didn't know better. I would swear that he was fathered by someone else. Kenny is six feet tall, weighs about 180 pounds, all of it muscle. He has a full head of black hair and he has beautiful piercing blue eyes.I'm only five feet 2 inches tall. My breasts have always gotten me compliments. My best features, if you ask me, are my butt and my. “Okay.” She smiled heading back into the game. This time she mad a game of sneaking up on a few of the enemy as they spawned in picking off four of them before jogging out of the base and finding a spot to camp out for a bit. Setting down her controller she let a few of them spawn in and started to lazily play with her tits, taking her nipples between her fingers she tugged on them lightly before letting go and letting her tits bounce softly. “So daddy what is my punishment if I run out of. What part of my dream was left I had become a beautiful looking sexmachine, what could be left. She handed me the last vile and said are yousure, remember "I am not responsible for the consequences". I looked herin the eyes and said okay I can't remember anything else, but I have comethis far so let's finish it.Okay Darling but after you drink this you will be my slave and doeverything I ask, agreed.Yes I slowly replied.She handed me the last vial and I could not remember what it was that Iwas.