"You called for me, ma'am?" he asked softly. "Yes, Jamal," Carla replied, "I'd like you to meet Marion Scott and her daughter, Meredith." Jamal smiled...broadly at the two women while offering, "It's nice to meet you, ladies." "As you can see our young men are extremely respectful of all women," she went on easily, "and we further feel that although our young women will become incredibly addicted to these large black erections that it remains paramount that the young men don't take advantage of. If the government can sissify men with a little nano-spikedmilk, then it's over. Men are slaves and the president is an all-powerful goddess.Is rebellion even possible in the face of that? Is freedom no longer anoption for mankind?I can't just sit here. I've got to do something. How do I find out whosent me those messages?I have to assume my pen pal is another advisor. If it's not, then Ihave no chance of discovering who it is.So, maybe let's try this...I'll send out messages over the pad while. Kabhi muh main ata aur kabhi nahi.. fir who mere nipples chusne lagi aur tab main bekabu ho gaya aur uske boobs ko masal ne laga … wahhh kya maaza aa rha tha… usse waha se hatane ka dil nahi tha magar mera lund mera haal bura kar raha tha… fir who neeche dhere dhere ja kar mere under ke upper se lund ko dato main fasane lagi.. lund mota hone ke karan pura to muh main aaya nahi magar jitna aaya utne ko hi daboch dala… fir under wear ki lastic neeche karke llund ko muh par ragadne lagi aur aur. He had one long snake body where he stood upright. He had two arms, with one holding a different staff than the wooden staff he formerly had. It was a long white staff or cane that depicted a head of a snake on top of it with a blue gem in the center of it. He still wore the same shawl that covered his lower extremities. One noticeable thing was above his neck. He had not one but two serpent heads that jutted from his neck. Each head was that of a cobra with one having brown eyes and the other.