He watched from his semi-hidden spot as she went to the line and ordered a skinny vanilla latte. She hadn't noticed him and stood with her back to him...as she waited for the barista to make her drink. He noticed that she was fidgeting considerably, her hands seemed to twist together and then go to her chest or to tap on her thighs. She was leaning back on her heels and swaying from foot to food. Finally, the barista handed the drink over and she turned and faced him. She was very attractive, not. ” Seeing he definitely had our attention, he continued. “I’ve got eight arrest warrants,” he said pulling a packet of papers from inside his jacket and handing them to me. “All eight have been arrested for murder; three in Colorado City and five in Tucson.”Taking the papers, I had to ask, “What does this have to do with my predictions of a war in the next few years?”“All of the men in those warrants are strong pro-slavery or anti-slavery proponents,” he said as he sat down in one of the chairs. From where he was sitting, he could see Olivia's door perfectly. Once he saw her return from her shower, he got down to business.He turned on his transceiver (Thankfully, he managed to get the iPhone look down, so nobody will even second guess it.) and began typing.Olivia Walker, you will forget to put on pants, but will not realize until somebody points it out.He hit the send button and waited.After a few minutes, he finally heard her door open and looked up to see his dream girl exit into the. All the way, wimp." Miserably I hold out my tongue, which in the mirror I can see has gone from pink to a bilious ocher. Mistress rubs the bar of soap directly on it. Lather comes up and I feel tears welling in my eyes as I struggle not to withdraw my tongue. Not only is the taste horrible, but the soap has a pebbly texture; there's some kind of abrasive in it. And now Mistress is pistoning the bar straight in and out of my mouth. "Suck it, bitch. Pretend it's a nice juicy cock." Suppressing.