"What else would I ask you?"Miss Roberts got up from her chair and circled the desk to stand in front of me. My heart was beating so loudly I thought ...he must be able to hear it. She stood looking down at me -- she was about two inches taller -- with an amused expression, then tilted my chin up and gave me a soft, teasing kiss."I thought," she said, amusement reflected in her voice as well, "you might want to ask me about that."I put my hands on her waist and drew her forward into another kiss.. It was she who had reassured me. "There will be pain. Getting fucked in the vagina hurts. Our bodies and brains accept the pain as pleasure,” she assured me. “After the first few times we learn to love it more than anything. What the men will do to you is much like that, only more so. It takes sex to a new dimension. At first you may not believe you're experiencing pleasure. But soon you will beg for them to do the same things to you again and often." Maria and I had discussed it over. The public watch live broadcastings of the press meeting eager to hear about this new program. "Since you exhibitionists want to flaunt yourselves so badly, this new program will let you, but just know there is no saying no to anything you are asked to do. As for the non exhibitionists in the program, well I think you'll find yourself finally learning some manners."The press looked very confused "What do you mean Mr. President?" asked one baffled reporter."We've started a program called The. We have to let them live their own lives and make their own mistakes." It's just so strange. To see my own two children not as brother and sister but as lovers. Gloria said almost in tears."I know it's going to be difficult for me too. I guess the future we had planned for our children didn't go as we thought it would."Gloria walked over to her husband and sobbed as he held her. Jim felt tears running down his face as well. They cried together relieving their pain and ready to face up to.