Honestly, I didn't even know we had an election. I guess I remember Stephanie coming home with some voting material, but she didn't let me see it. S...e just dismissed me with, "this no longer concerns you." Their conversation continued during dinner. I just looked down into my plate. In fact, I don't think I'd looked Richard in the face for more than two seconds the entire night. I could only guess what he was thinking and what he would tell my other friends. I hadn't seen any of them. I got off on the idea of my girlfriend taking center stage and enjoying it so immensely. Some of you reading this story can surely relate to the thrill you can get by watching a partner's own exhibitionist behavior. That's what I was feeling and I enjoyed it tremendously. Perhaps it was inevitable, however, that given my own previous antics, I was to find myself on full display once again.(Yes, I know: this is Carla's story. Rest assured that I won't stray too far from it. But I will share a. They have excellent security and privacy laws so I was pretty sure that any trail would run cold from there.I had finished my bacon cheeseburger and fries when I moved the money again, this time to the Central Bank of Russia. After dessert—a banana split—I made the final move to a different bank in Switzerland. All told I had moved roughly four million dollars seven times—twice to locations where I knew from experience that any transfer would be completely untraceable. Almost three hundred. “Katie I want you to put on a show for us.” I said. Katie smiled and her eyes sparkled. She stood up and said, “Tell me what you want.” I asked Pete for a camera which he fetched for me. Then I started giving Katie instructions and taking photos. “Rub your tits. Suck you tits. Spread your legs. Turn around and bend over. Show us your pussy and ass. Kneel down facing us. Lick your fingers, stroke yourself.” This went on for about 15 minutes when Katie said, “I need to get fucked.” We went back.