That's disgraced former President of the United States, Richard Nixon. Poor Pat, you've got to feel for her. All that deep throating in underground ca... parks, the repeated illegal incursions into her safe space and never knowing whether tricky dicky was infecting her with bugs every time he made an entry. Not to mention having to play hostess to random groups of Cuban nationals of dubious provenance treating her personal harbour as a docking bay for insurrectionist pigs. Which just goes to show. She passed through the doors and sighed taking a deep breath of air. She would have to make it alone, she would not give up so easily. She was a fighter after all.The room at her hotel was not big but it was clean and cozy. As soon as she got in she took a long, hot bath and laid naked beneath the soft covers. Too tired to think she fell asleep but in her dreams the absence of someone was tormenting her. She was desperately trying to catch him, to hold him and pull him close but he escaped her. Abby whispered in my ear, “Paul... is small.” And with that she reached down and felt the bulge through my leather jeans. “And you my dear... are not.” She pulled away with a big smile on her face and pushed me down on the couch. She pulled my shirt off and kissed down to my leather jeans, running he tongue through the leather bulge where my cock was all while looking me in the eyes. By now, I had no interest in watching my wife really, but I could see her out of the corner of my eye with her. Many rutted away in full view of those passing, unconcerned with being watched. One old man was sitting up, calmly reading a book as a girl sixty years younger than him sucked his cock, taking it deep into her throat as she bobbed her pretty face up and down.A pair of girls were tied to a large stone pillar, their hands bound tightly together above their heads. Their backs smashed against the hard stone as two men whipped their naked breasts with canes. The cried in pain, trying helplessly to.