But then, unbelievably, she actually stepped forward and lowered herself to a kneel. Fucking hell. She clearly hadn’t realised her advantage, or els... had suddenly discovered some weird sense of fair play. Either way, I didn’t care. She was actually going to let me do this. I watched her every movement, as I fiercely pumped away at my cock. Her tits wobbled alluringly as she lowered herself down.“Not on my face, yeah?” she requested. I laughed and agreed, before resuming my work in earnest,. Where are you staying?" The Lion's View. They have a kennel where I can keep my dog." There's a very nice restaurant in the same block. I'll meet you in the lobby at seven o'clock and we can walk to it." I'll look forward to it," I smiled. I think it might have been the first smile I'd had that day."So, putting that recent ugly business behind you, what strikes your fancy?" Harold asked. I had given him a sketchy account of my brief stay in Oregon, including the attempt on my life."I don't. When I came back, I noticed Cody had put a movie in and was kicked back on the couch, sipping his beer and watching.It was the beginning of an old western, one that I'd seen more than a few times. "I love this one," I said, "It's got one of the best gunfight scenes I've ever seen," Yeah, no doubt, Robert Duvall kicks it in this one."We watched it for awhile, but I think Cody got a little bored, because he fast forwarded it to the final gun battle, while we polished off another beer. I was. ”“I added something at the end,” Rebecca said. “A twist. Say it after you cum in Katrina’s pussy.” I nodded my head while the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. After a month of doing two to three rallies or dinners a day, I was still scared to go out there. But it was a good fear, the type that had me ready for anything. Keep me sharp. Not complacent.The music died down.“Now let’s give a warm, Texan welcome to the future president of the United States, Becky Woodward!” a man boomed.The crowd.