Nobody in the White House, the CIA, or the State Department was listening. I could stand up on the table in the Cabinet Room during a meeting and scre...m it from a megaphone and it wouldn’t be heard.Was I simply an opportunist? Or was I a psychopath? Had I always been one?I remember reading Isaac Asimov’s Foundation, where in an early chapter one of the heroes, Hari Seldon, is arrested. He explains to a protégé that he wasn’t worried about being put to death. The judge in the case was too smart.. I moved her pallu from arm and tucked it on her shoulder. I was moving my fingers slowing and delicately over her hand now.This was arousing her and she placed her one hand from my back to my waist and the other hand on my chest. She was moving her fingers inside my shirt and playing with my chest hair. I knew I had nailed her now.I pulled over again and asked her to look up and kissed her lips. It was a total passionate kiss, we were sucking each other’s lips wildly. I could feel her tongue. “I was transformed from schoolteacher and wife to a slut and back that night. Being on the edge like that was so thrilling…” She said that her experience left her floating for a couple of months. “Any time I started wanting that extra little tingle all I had to do was remember that night. But it eventually faded. I had to go back to the well. The next time it didn’t last so long. Finally, it has built up to the point that I have been pushing the envelope in terms of both duration between my. I just love being naked in places I shouldn't be, especially outside. When I get the urge in the middle of the night, or after school, or out in the park, I gotta strip down, and if somebody sees my pussy, that's a bonus. That's why I was at the Mini-Mart tonight.The lady at the counter was a chubby little thing in one of those orange and red store smocks, which is all I could see over the counter. She had short gray hair. She barely looked up when I came in. I don't think she realized I was.