They also made me feel feminine. I'd stand there looking at myself in the full-length mirror at my legs and ass and think that I look just as sexy as ... woman.This brought the kinkiness out of me as I woumd get clothes pins, clamping them to my nipples, lay back and stroke my cock, imagining that I was a woman who was caught pleasuring herself by a man who had broken in and she was forced to pleasure him and give him my "pussy".That was my "go to" fantasy while wearing pantyhose. Now every. I want you to be mine. All weekend. From Friday morning, until Monday night. Non-stop. No 'breaks.' I think you would like it too because you'd have a lot more time to respond to me and not worry about everyone and everything else.”“I don't know what he'd do all weekend,” I thought out loud.“I don't give a shit what he does. I don't care if he stands there and watches us all weekend. That would be kinda sick, but it doesn't matter. I just want to have you, your full attention, all weekend.” The. The Special Joint Committee had issued subpoenas to damn near everybody with any link to the intelligence system prior to 9-11, and some people cooperated, and some didn’t. Radziwill, the State Department flunky ordered by his boss to shut down the DIA’s Able Danger program turned State’s Evidence in order to stay out of jail, and he fingered Scooter Libby. Scooter was caught perjuring himself and ended up on trial by the end of the summer.Also on trial was Dick Cheney, who refused to. Catla looked so sad when she reminded me we were out of eggs it nearly broke my heart. By now I knew it must have been a little jag of lonesome for Rose that triggered my cardiac dropsy of last night. This morning I realized how unfair it was to them. Hell, by now I'd already spent more time with Catla than I had with Rose and in days Shayta and Nanita would pass her on the seniority list.I knew I loved Rose and was sure I always would. It wasn't their fault Rose and I couldn't be together.