She hadn’t even touched her food yet.“I would be the laughingstock of the school.” She sighed, “It’s a masquerade, Ryan… I would be wearin... a mask; nobody would recognize me.”It was true, she wasn’t exactly a socialite, and I never had company over. Ever since Dad had left us for some guy, our circle included only us. Looking at Mom, I imagined her in a mask. She had the body of a dancer, one that was forever stuck in its teenage years of growth. It could work.“You want to go to prom with me?”. “Yesss ... that’s it my little fuckslut, feel my hand playing with your pussy ... making you so wet ... driving you crazy with lust and need. Feel how my hand rubs across your fat swollen pussy lips ... rubbing your aching clit. You like my hand on your wet, sloppy cunt, don’t you slut?” he growled softly, tormenting her with his words as well as his caress.Yes, Sirrr ... Please, please fuck me now ... you’re driving me crazy! Please, I beg you, Sir, please fuck my cunt with your beautiful. I am sorry about that but I know you are at your best under stress,” Frank said. “To add to that stress the people in this room are the top tier of national security; do not BS them.”“You will only have to appear Wednesday for the House committee,” Frank added.“The committee is yours, do what you always do dazzle them,” Frank replied as he turned towards his seat.“For those that do not know me, I’m Roberta Jones, my friends call me BJ. I am President of Jones Business Groups. My part of that. We finally rode into and through Fortwo one afternoon and then onto my parents' farm. I told my six to watch over the horses while I went inside to greet my parents. I introduced Martha as my mate and Sue as my principal slave. My parents, Don and Lisa, were overjoyed to meet Martha and curious regarding Sue, particularly since I had introduced her as my principal slave. My parents sat down on the couch in the living room and asked me for a quick synopsis of my trip which I gave them. As I was.