I placed the hamburger back into the Styrofoam box on the tray Jennifer was holding. Heather picked up a French fry and stuffed it into her mouth. The... she picked up another, dipping it into the creamy pool of semen atop the hamburger. I was surprised until she brought the French fry to my lips. I opened my mouth and she placed the sperm-covered French fry onto my tongue. The boy's eyes were huge as he watched me chew and swallow."Give the nice young man a thank-you kiss for all his help,". I told him that I needed approval to go further. Anything touching on Mistress Cynthia was dangerous.I said, for the record, "Sheila Schwartz is no one's submissive. If you don't believe me, try verbal fencing with her. Sure, Sheila has a submissive side. So do I. We play roles for fun. It's not who we are. I think one of the reasons she and Sean mesh so well, is that he is a role player as well. In their world, Sean is the Lord of this Manor and Sheila is his Lady. Ask the staff. She has been. The results were that the current seated president will win," I told her.She shook her head. "If only it were that easy," she said with a heavy sigh.I took a risk and told her what the result of the election was going to be. I even told her what my computer model had said the final numbers would be. She just looked at me scornfully. At that time, a small group came and swept her up into itself. She was gone, just that quickly!I sighed. Everything about her had been perfect: blond hair escaping. You deserve it. You are amazing at sucking, fucking and talking. You are very sexy, and so fucking smart. You are surprising and impressive in all the best ways, at all the right times. You could bend anything you wanted to your will, and you should use that. You have power here.You are attainable, but just this once – just for tonight. You’re surrounded, but in control. The sunset is blocked. You see what you want to, and it stares right back at you. It looks at you from all angles as though.