Lock these fools up and be on your way.’ After I locked the Baxter Brothers in one of the storerooms and made sure they were secure, I thanked Mr. M...ller and the two miners for their help. I told the man with the wounded shoulder, ‘I should be back in a few days for the trial, Pete. Come back and see me in 10 days. If everything is Ok, I will take the stitches out then. Now remember what I told you about keeping it and the bandages clean. That will prevent it from getting infected. OK? Thanks. I sighed, and with a last lick moved my head out from under the cover, knowing full well that in fifty more pages I would be the one on my back with my eyes closed. I kissed Eva, my tongue allowing her to taste what I had tasted. Then we sat up together and resumed on page fifty-one. When I reached page one hundred, I closed my eyes and slid down prone; my hands kneaded my tits and my thumbs flicked my nipples. Without prior planning, it turned out that page one hundred had ended with the. Most Presidents get them, and almost every President since Hoover. As far as I had heard, only Eisenhower and Johnson hadn’t been targeted. Most of them are incredibly amateurish and put together by a whack job, but they often get lucky and hit somebody, though maybe not the President. The Secret Service gets paranoid about politicians, and politicians aren’t easy to protect. We can’t be hidden away 24/7, and the basic instinct is to meet and greet and shake hands.The absolute first attempt on. "Very bad," I say as he takes my hand and tenderly lays me across his lap, trapping his hard cock between his stomach and my side. This is not the urgent, angry spanking that I witnessed in the video Jenny showed me. This is something completely different. Oh God! I've wanted this since I first saw the video."What did you do that was bad, Sara." John asks as his hand caresses my round ass cheek. Oh, let me count how many ways I was bad..."I lusted after my sister's husband," I answer. Slap!.