Elizabeth asked her to help with her things, and she led us to Elizabeths's room. Then she showed Martha and I to spare bedrooms. We spent the next tw... days with Elizabeth, until her parents returned, with Elizabeth's younger brother. By then the staff had provided enough information for Elizabeth to feel that she could comfortably stay in the household. A gallery of pictures, on the walls and on the fireplace mantle in the parlor, had filled in most of the blanks.Our troupe size had been. A feeling of being "at home". When I think about it it makes me aroused and wet. When I reflect for longer (like now) I can feel a pressure in my chest which is the bundled up feelings and overwhelming devotion. I am his sub and will do whatever He asks me to do whenever he asks me and with whomever He decides. I do not need to think about it. This leaves me free to devote my attention to doing it well. In my vanilla life I am a decision maker and a driver and impatient to get things done.. Jim?”“Okay, one time, when I was eighteen, mom was drunk and she went to sleep on her bed, passed out really. But she was naked, like in . . . well she was nude, and I sort of thought that it was just like . . uh . . a . . fantasy of mine. So I got naked too, and went into to her bedroom. I got on the bed and climbed on top of her. I sucked her nipples and fingered her pussy to make sure she was wet. I asked if she wanted me to screw her and she said yes, so I started to put it in. But. After this little welcome-to-the-neighborhood, The President and Co. didn't move one inch in Chicago without a blue or green shadow. It's a darn good thing everyone was using digital cameras, as there would not have been room for all the film the endless photo-ops provided. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was going down as the most over documented visit by any sitting President, anywhere, anytime. The folks at Kodak and Fuji were grinning ear to ear.Some iconic photos did come.