The smelland taste of Louise was now intoxicating him. "mmmmm that's a good boy" , the voice in his head purred emphasizing 'boy'. The praise warmed...him and calmed him somewhat. He felt proud of doing ashe was bid and not loosing control. "Would you like to suck on my slave's nipple", the voice continued. As before he could only mouth, "Yes", transfixed as he was on the breast. "She's my slave you know. I own her. She does what I want when I want. Thisbreast in front of you is mine. Her. She said I am 38 years old and I have never ever had an experience even close to this. God she said when it happens it will be the first orgasm I have had in my life that I have not given to myself. Please just do what you want with me and tell me if I need to do anything to please you.I worked my tongue and lips over her vagina and clit for about five minutes and introduced my finger into her butt a little and massaged it. Then she gave another moan and then she came. She came like an express. This literary tidbit is not a criticism of conservatism per se; but onlyof one particular pack of thieving, duplicitious, short-sighted, power-mad, Constitution-raping neocon jackals who are no more conservativesthan Charlie Manson was a hippie. And oh... in no way is this humblefable meant as a slur against pig-mask wearing transvestite ballerinas.######################################IN THE NIXON BATHROOM- A Fable For Our Times. Copyright "The Gimp" 2007.The two secret service men. I had to replace one of the sprinkler heads, and to clear away leaves from some of the drainage spouts coming off of our roof. By the time Ginny and Kaitlyn pulled up into the driveway, I was tired and sore from all that unaccustomed labor. Looking around though, I found myself well pleased with what I'd been able to accomplish.I remember looking around and thinking, right before Ginny came home, that my life was a lot like my lawn and grounds had gotten. A lot was wrong with it right now, but.