Petra smiled at him. Goddamn, she had a pretty smile. And she’d done her hair up in pigtails, which along with the skirt and high socks she wore gav... her an adorable schoolgirl look. “Yes Daddy,” she said. “I’m having the Rib sampler.”Jake nodded. “That looks pretty good. I think I’ll stick with the steak, though.”Orders were taken and drinks were served. Petra continued working on her surprisingly detailed nude on the table, despite her mother’s annoyed complaints. She was kicking her legs. Houses broken, bricks and dust laying in their wake.The sky blazed a very dark orangey red.It was the middle of a cold January night, and yet the heat glowing around my body felt like I was standing outside at noon during a hot summer's heat wave.She grabbed my hand once again, and led me away."W-where are we?"I asked nervously."A place many fear to tread, but many are bound for."Her mysterious answer raising more questions."Am- am I, dead?"My voice a little shaky.My question amused her as she. Vicky was already setting up the necessary twenty four hour security. Security cameras would capture outside, inside and the parking lots. Entrances were going to be changed and limited.It was the new norm for the paid protesters to block, disrupt, threaten and apply graffiti and break windows at campaign offices. Hopefully security could discourage that kind of activity.A media team was hired first thing this morning to produce the TV and audio ads. They would set up a media room in the wing. Then he slide his cock almost all the way, then slammed it back in. Talika eyes rolling back into her head his cock making passionate love to her pussy. He picked up speed, his hips rocking back and forth, throwing himself against her. As his cock fucked her, his hairy hanging balls slapped on the top of her pussy. Talika looked back licking her lips,"I want to taste myself on your cock."He was all to willing to oblige her. He slide his soaked cock from her pussy, dripping in sticky pussy.