"I speak candidly! Foreign powers turn their backs on us! They shun me, your President, and they reject you, the American people. They withdraw their ...iplomatic delegations; they fold their flags and scurry home. This cowardly pack is led by an aged monarch who is little more than a relic of an age of aristocracy and privilege, an age rejected by freedom-loving Americans who fought for democracy over aristocratic rule, who elevated equality over class privilege, who held the ballot box superior. I started toward the bedroom, mesmerized by the power Kerry had over me without really seeming to try. Kerry followed close behind. Electricity coursed through my body in anticipation of what might happen next. As I opened my dresser drawer, Kerry sat down on the bed and crossed one leg over the other. I pulled out the wig and heels and placed them on the bed. Kerry looked at me and firmly stated, “I want to see you in it.” My heart skipped a beat, but I had no ability to demur. I. Clutching my head in her hands, she gave a little moan before crushing her lips into mine, lashing my tongue with her own. I was somehow able to pour some more of the gel into my hand, but instead of reaching for her hair, my slickened hand slid down her to seek out the core of her very femininity. I began to massage the tiny red curls of the bush between her legs into a rich foamy lather. Giggling at my brashness, Tamara returned my caresses, kneading my chest and pinching my own nipples with. “Lovely… I mean fantastic…you look fantastic!” I quickly regained my composure and grinned stupidly at her. She looked relieved.“I’m glad you like it. It’s very comfortable I must say. I often wear it when I’m by myself in the house.” Then to my surprise she came and sat down next to me. I immediately noticed quite a strong smell of perfume which she had obviously applied while she was getting changed and she arranged herself on the sofa so that she was facing me, her legs tucked up.