John could see how his reputation could be brought about by his visage alone.“I High Chief John, and also Shaman to two tribes. I am pleased to meet...you, Mabana. You have a reputation to uphold. I have two men whom I need to know as to their reliability. You must get them to speak to you, and thereby determine their truthfulness. Are you up to that challenge?”The man peered closely at John, as if trying to determine his power. At last he seemed satisfied with what he saw, and replied to his. "Because you told me to, sir." Are you my slut, Linda?" Yes sir" Tell Andre what you are." I am sirs' slut. His fuck toy." Linda, stand and remove your clothes but keep the heels on." Without hesitation but with shaky legs Linda took off her dress and bra. She folded her dress and placed it carefully on her chair, the bra on top. There she stood, naked. Her hands to her side, back straight. The insides of her thighs glistened with dew. God, she was beautiful.I stood and from my pocket. We ended up in a line outside a reception hall. A young lady greeted us and told us the drill. The President and First Lady would greet us, we would shake hands and pose for a photo, and then we would continue into a reception for a few drinks. After that we would move on to a dinner, after which the President would say a few words. Then she was further down the line for the newest arrivals.After we were left in the line, John turned to me and said, “I’ve seen you with the cane a few other. She wondered what he was thinking.Jimmy was thinking 'that's a fat big 'ol lie. You didn't fall or nothing like that; I was at the door and I saw how you was acting like a 3 dollar whore, getting back on the bed and throwing you leg over him so you could put his cock inside you' … but he didn't say that."… and try as I might, I had real trouble trying to get off of him." (Another untruth.)"Well, sounds like you had quite the ordeal. Did you get rid of him?" Eventually, it took me a little.