?Eden clapped and Zelide looked at the floor modestly. "That ain't nothin'." she said, grinning "You-all oughta see what happens when I stick this bro...ze tip up Miss Chisholm's asshole...then there's some screamin, I tell you."As poor Jordana Chisholm hung from the ceiling, trying desperately to avoid the sizzling tip of the Picana, she wondered why Violet, her Mistress hated her so much!?To subject poor Jordana to this vulgar dyke and her electric stick just seemed much too cruel treatment for. "Don't get used to it, Eugene," Meiersdottir warned him quietly when they were seated next to each other at the head table of yet another dinner honoring the returnees three days after their landing. "Twenty-seven days left and counting. You can enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame, but never forget that I or any of us can turn it to shit in the blink of an eye. And even after you leave I suggest you stay off the radar. That recording's always going to be there."The smile vanished from his face. Send for the heavy equipment. Everybody, get their Principals to the bunker." The agent hung up without even waiting for a response. "Come on, Mr. President. We have to get you to safety." What's going on?" A strange craft landed on the White House lawn." I didn't see anything land." I replied as I started to follow him."That's what has us moving like this. It just appeared out of thin air."I stopped. "It appeared out of thin air? Is that what you just said?" Correct. Come on Mr. President. We. Before turning me around looking at the mirrorall in pink my friend rubbing me calling me a pretty white girl''i know you were awake and didnt stop me from cuming in your mouth baby'kissing my neck''its ok baby, im gonna teach you now''''its your choice, my gf left lots of stuff here, i want you to wear them in secret and teach you to suck my cock like she never did''my hearth pounding in my chest , at the words getting out of my best friend mouthhe left me to think about it all dress by him in.