"Nothing.Suddenly suspicious, I held the medallion by its cord and struck itwith my pen. *Klunk!*"Shit!" I cried. "Dozens of people in the Altered F...tes universe,and I have to be the sucker who shells out 250 dollars for acounterfeit medallion!"-+-"Well!" my wife cooed, "how sweet you look in your sexy French maid'soutfit! You'd better get used to it. That's all you'll be wearingfrom now on. I've dumped all your men's clothes. I've now got my ownpersonal sissy maid to do all the housework. I told her about my job as a stock market analyst. She said she was the gatekeeper for Congressman Joel Friedman, a Democrat from the 10th District."So what does a Congressional gatekeeper do?" I asked."I let people in the door if they are worthy."That intensified my curiosity. "Huh? How do you decide if they are worthy?" Either they are someone the Congressman has already done business with, or they have something in their wallet to contribute." You mean money." Of course," she said with a. ”“Why me?” Heather asked.“I never knew someone like you, babe. I didn't think I would ever bring anyone here, but here we are. And it gets better. Listen.”She stood quietly. “I don't hear anything.”“The breeze is too strong,” he said. “We're too far away.”After a few minutes' walk, she whispered, “Do I hear water?”“Yes. There's a stream ahead. It's not deep enough to swim, but we could play. It's very clean. If we're quiet, we might see deer drinking from it.”They dropped their packs near the. The soapy water proved to be an excellent lubricant and his cock slid easily between the pert mounds of her flesh. He groaned deeply and his eyes did their best impression of demon possession as they rolled up into the back of his head.She slid his cock up and down, running her breasts over the full expanse of his cock, effectively fucking her tits. She bit back a groan of her own at the feeling of his rigid cock against her flesh. It was all she could do not to fuck him there on the spot. She.