"Back then it was easier to cover up the damage. It was also much more likely any rogue Voice would be executed rather than persuaded. This century, t...ere have been a few high profile Voices. We've done the best we could to control them." Like who?," Bob broke in."Many should be obvious. Adolf Hitler who had a whole set of Voices following him. Josef Stalin, and oh yeah, another World War II name, General MacArthur. Here in the '50s, Joe McCarthy. A man named Jim Jones who led a religious cult.. I slowly shifted my hands to her other breast. She became restless and shifted her head towards the door repeatedly saying “Ikka its not right noo…”but not stopping me at the same time. I knew she was enjoying it. I started squeezing her breast for few minutes after which I moved to her nipple I saw her shaking her legs and tilting her head back.I knew she was going to cum again so I asked her to “kiss me!!”. She immediately jumped up and started smooching me. I was surprised that this was the. It was a dirty, sleazy place and so were the clientele. You had to avoid taking deep breathes otherwise your lungs would be violated from the tar filled fog of hand-rolled cigarettes and the inadequate drainage from the toilets. And most of the seating was held together with duct-tape and the carpets were so old and threadbare your shoes stuck to the floor. The glass had barely touched his lips when a young girl walked onto the dance floor and removed all of her clothes. Under the hypnotic. Being so close, touching her, holding her, tasting her, smelling her, was exquisite and beyond my wildest dreams of this very moment. Underneath it all was the smoldering sexual tension we had built up for these past six months, I could feel it in our embrace, and see it burning in her blue-green eyes as we stepped back from each other. Her face was flush and she leaned towards me to whisper "I'm so wet right now." I smiled and kissed her quickly on lips before saying "let's find my bag and.