If only Francis was there to rescue her from his wife.Mrs. Underwood was perturbed with me who was now bent over trying to regain her balance using th... chrome bar on the side of the elevator. Zoe’s rival yanked up my black skirt and then pulled down my lacy white panties revealing my snowy white bottom positioned high in the air for Claire Underwood’s pending wrath.“You know Zoe, down south we take care of ambition with an ass whooping! The switch, my peach is a different experience all. .yes...right," I managed to mumble.Good," she replied. "I am glad that's settled."Apparently, that was that...discussion over. The situation was not in anyway 'manageable.'"Oh, and speaking of appetizers," she said in a suddenly pleasant andplayful voice. "Let's take care of this mess you made in your panties."As she said this, she carefully kneeled onto the floor beside the bench.With one hand, she lifted the elastic of the panties I was now(regrettably) wearing and with the other she. Besides, Porter knew few wanted to squeeze his fat, squishy fingers.However, he was not standing in the Empire and its cold manners anymore. He was sweating out his clothes and sharing his body odor with people he had only known for a short time instead. People touched each other on Anshar, and they wanted to shake his hand. Leeza forced him to bend over giving him a peck on the cheek and no one made an obnoxious noise. Harlan dismissed his hand and gave him a backbreaking bear hug and a slam. ' They wonder why they deserve to still be alive when someone they loved so much is dead. When they can't consciously resolve that question for themselves, they subconsciously try to balance the scales by hurting themselves."Something dawned on me. "What kind of doctor are you?"Dr. Payton looked surprised. "I'm sorry; I thought you knew, Mark. I'm a psychiatrist." Well, that's good," I said slowly. "You could talk to Sharon about her side of it when she comes to see me." I'll be glad to, Mark..