She was still smiling widely, and as she lifted her shades and placed them on her head I saw that her striking hazel eyes were alternating between loo...ing at my cock and my face. “Oh, just my old bike,” she said, gesturing off-handedly behind me. I turned my head to see a beautiful old-school Harley Davidson chopper that was colored a deep purple with gold trim. I whistled. “Damn, that’s a fucking cool bike,” I turned back to face her and her eyes flitted back up to my face. “But I think you. Due to a schedule conflict, I would like to hand over the questioning of the witness to Assistant Counsel Kennedy.SENATOR MCCARTHY:Counsel Kennedy --COUNSEL KENNEDY:For the record, I am Assistant Counsel Robert F. Kennedy, an attorney on the staff of Chief Counsel Roy M. Cohn.Mr. Bookman, I remind you that you are still under oath.Now, let us recapitulate your previous testimony. You stated that you were a member of the Communist front "Workers' Equity" organization during the period February,. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant 'Smelly-boy, smelly-boy, Jonothon's a smelly-boy!' over and over and over. I still try to suck up to them 'cos I want to be popular and cool, and I'm so in love with the leader Shelly, but they make me. I moan and my hips thrust against his hand of their own accord. He pushes it again. My thighs are pressed together leaving just enough room for his hand to fit as I squirm. He knows I won’t be able to hold my cries in if he keeps pressing on my g-spot, so he slides his finger out. I groan, burying my face against his chest. He kisses the top of my head and his fingers find my clit again. He must have taken pity on me, because his next pressure is heavenly. He rubs my sensitive bundle of nerves.