"It seems that we the people get to pay for this one." And so all of this came about as an executive order?" Andrew asked. They both nodded. "Some pre...idents don't have a clue what they are doing do they?" The sad thoughtful looks that answered him were enough to confirm their beliefs.They had then all retired to the family room to watch the evening news and comment on it. The news had simply reinforced and elaborated on everything that he had been told. A sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. She explodes and starts to drip juices into my mouth. I taste Master’s cum with which I'm already so familiar but then I can taste Clare's cum mixed in with it, so I suck on her cunt trying to get more. While I'm enjoying my tasty treat Clare moves off me and says, "You’re a greedy little bitch aren't you!" I find myself blushing at her words. Although I have many questions in my head, I don't know which ones to ask or even if I should speak, so I just lie there, quietly and await Master’s. I broke free from his firm grasp, turned and walked away. I was aware of the other boys’ eyes on me as I walked away, but I paid no attention to them. I walked faster, energy building up inside of me rapidly. I felt so many things: excited, vindicated, nervous, happy - I yanked off my sweat-drenched shirt and started running down the street. I’d never felt so full of energy in my life. I ran and ran, without stopping, without needing to stop. I had never ran so long and fast in my life, it was. "Did you get any stockings?" I asked."No," he said. "I didn't think of them." No matter. I think I have some, somewhere. Just a minute."I went to my room and returned with a brand new pair of honey gold, 15 denier nylons. "Do you know how to put them on?" I asked. He shook his head. I demonstrated how to roll them into a donut shaped circle, insert his toes and work them up his legs, finally attaching them tautly to the suspenders. He didn't ask how I happened to have a new pair of stockings in.