Samson! Each subsequent picture she pulled out was just as shocking, if not more! Her mother getting fucked by a dildo, her mother handcuffed to the b...d getting flogged, her mother wearing a collar with a chain running through the ring that connected nipple clamps. Jesus! When she was finished, Tara put the pictures carefully back in the box and with trembling hands, opened the next one. Several DVDs, unmarked except for dates were in there along with several sets of nipple clamps, including. He tugged on his cigarette, exhaled slowly and took a sip of coffee. He turned directly toward me and asked “You like the goods.” I responded that I was definitely impressed and would love to have the opportunity to show my respect and appreciation. He smiled and reached over to open the passenger side door as he said “Hop up.” I did and he followed, flicking his butt to the asphalt and climbing past me to the driver’s air seat. The inside of the rig did not smell of smoke but of a very subtle. “On page 54 of this report it indicates that there were 27 containers loaded at Morton Field that there was no manifest for. Can you describe for the committee what the contents of those containers were?” Senator Marx asked.“I don’t have the list of what was in the containers with me. The subpoena that I was issued contained no list of items I was to supply,” I replied then added.“From my memory we carried a lot of foods that we were not sure if they would be available there; a bit of home if. She didn’t announce them, as her mouth was wide open sucking in air, but otherwise let Perkins know she received them. Perkins could see the imprint of his fingers at the outer edges of her firm, round, and burning bottom globes. Glowing like the lamps hanging from the ceiling in his den, bright, round and radiating heat. He knew he was getting through to her brain, by a more direct route. Perkins allowed Missy a short respite over his lap. He needed it too. She cried silently for a few minutes.