"Suddenly she understood: for him, the money was all about her. He didn't earn it because he needed it, which was completely accurate; she'd rarely kn...wn anyone as frugal, as content within himself. He earned it to support her—her, and all she represented. Would he quit his job after this? She hoped not: the thought of him lolling aimlessly around his parents' house filled her with sadness. Let him keep some direction, some momentum in his life. Let him find some meaning. Now that the only. She kissed him sending the remainder of his cum into his mouth. "You taste good," Little Fox smiled.Chris had a mild heart attack two weeks later. She wanted to spend the night with him at Bethesda. He had to have another bypass. She was forced to return to the White House. Several economists felt that the flat tax should be scrubbed and a brand new income withholding taxes implemented. Little Fox was totally against this. Since the flat tax of 17% started, there were no cheats, no loopholes,. Still she tried to look away, as though ashamed."No, Shannon, that won't do. You have to look me in the eye." She did so, slowly."Now. I want you to say 'I know you're going to whip me and fuck me and humiliate me, and I want to be your slave'."She said it, albeit haltingly. I responded, also in a near-whisper, "Good girl. Now, down on your knees." She got down on her knees and waited. I said, "Take my pants off, Shannon."She reached up and unbuckled my belt, then opened my pants and pulled. I finally decide to stumble out of my bed sit on the edge for a second letting my longish brown hair fall in front of my blue eyes. As I yawn confirming it is time to get my ass out and about I look down at the bulge in my boxers indicating its time to pee. I walk to the bathroom take a glance at my self scratch my stomach, and start to overview my figure. Now I'm the type who is obsessed with the bench press and working my ass out so I am built. The work out "V", six pack the whole package,.