He pulled out a chart. ‘Alright. I’ll go over her condition. She was slashed repeatedly across the face, and stabbed twice in the chest. The knife...cut nicked her lung, so she’ll be here a few days to make sure she doesn’t suffer from complications. No bones broken, no arteries damaged, but her eye was damaged in the attack. She’s a very lucky young lady. If a Good Samaritan hadn’t reported her attack, it could have been a lot worse.’ Thank Goodness! ‘Is it all right if I see her?’ ‘Yes, but. And this, of course, led to the thought: Are we really going to try to pull this off? Do we really think this is going to work?Jo was undoubtedly thinking the same thing, but she kept her poker face firmly attached. "I understand the risks," she told Jameson. "I understand them and accept them. So ... are you going to rent me the plane or what? Because we plan to put at least fifteen hours on it before we bring it back. I'm sure the gentleman who runs Cambridge Aircraft over there would be. "Art, I want tomove you over to the White House staff for this but also keep you on the FEMAroles. Think you're up to representing me personally on whatever groups areput together?" "I'll do my best, Mr. President, you know that." "Hey,white-boy, we're alone so drop that Mr. President crap, ya hear me?"Grinning, I answer "Okay Injun, it's just hard to do, all things considered." Okay then, from here on in whatever groups you work with on this disaster,you speak for me. I'll see to it you get. For me, this was all about throating this big dick. My getting off was entirely secondary. Maybe his being naked on the floor in the foyer of a strange house was humiliating enough to keep him interested... What do I know about humiliation! I turned myself so I was beside him in what would be a variation of a 69 position so there was hope of getting that fat cock down my throat. I worked on his cock sucking him out to full 10 inches of fat glory, I had him in the back of my mouth just before.