M., and the Speaker has asked if you would be willing to come down to the Hill and give a short pep talk, so to speak."We've had a few minutes to talk...it over before I called you, and think it is the right response for the right reasons. Marilyn will have a short speech put together in the next few minutes, and your address shouldn't last longer than about ten minutes. It's no big deal, except that all of the networks have agreed to broadcast the evening session if you are going to speak."What. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just happen, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me, “You’re just a good little bitch. I’m very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that understood my pet?” I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my cheek. Sitting back up, you scoot yourself. Cloud, Minnesota, and so was my late wife. We met there and were married ten years before our divorce. I'm not a very big guy, but over the years we were married, I got pretty lazy and sedentary and gained a lot of weight. An accident caused me to lose all that weight and changed my lifestyle."The excess weight and my inability to do anything about it was the reason my wife divorced me. I had an industrial workplace accident that nearly cost me my life, but only ended up costing me about a. “How about now? Does this help? Do you think you can finish yourself?” I said, encouraging him with a disarming smile.He nodded, but just laid there staring at my tits with his mouth hanging open.“If you don’t want to, I understand.” I said, pretending I was going to close my blouse just to tease him.“No, I want to!” He said abruptly. “Good. I think you should.” I said, letting my blouse again fall open. “I don’t want your big balls to hurt.”I think I surprised him by talking that way about his.