Special polling stations were set up in minority areas and then ignored. The ballots were thrown away or destroyed or altered to be useless. Supposedl... this had ended, but there continued to be reports of electoral shenanigans. At least once a year the Atlanta Journal-Constitution would run an article or two on the latest crap going on.Also at the convention was Sheriff Conover’s son, Ronald, who looked to be in his early twenties, and was wearing black tactical SWAT clothing with SWAT badges. Walking along wondering what Boots could possibly do to make their windows interesting, a flickering caught his eye.X looked across at the electrical shop and on the massive flat screen tv in the window a programme was showing.It seemed to show a woman leaning on a pillar with a man with his back to us nuzzling at her neck.The man slipped his hand inside the woman's coat and X saw her breast being exposed and a nipple being rolled between the mans' fingers.He looked at his watch to see that it. They got turned on looking at my pregnant body. They used to like me to undress and they would rub my tummy and tickle my clit. When the baby was born Mr. Smith liked to watch me breast-feed. When the baby had finished I let him suck me and have my milk. He got me to wank him while he sucked. Sometimes I took the baby to his shop and when he closed for lunch we would go in the back and I would feed the baby while he watched.Before we was married sometimes they would be waiting when I got off. “Mmmm. Very naughty. You’re going to make me even wetter than I already am.” “Am I supposed to take your word for that?” Stephanie took my hand and placed in beneath her dress and against her inner thigh. I could feel her dampness and heat. The thought of this made my dick throb but the actual touching of her wetness sent my mind reeling! “Satisfied?” “Not yet.” I smiled. “Well in that case let’s take a ride, shall we?” She said as she took my hand and we made our way out of Gold.