"Look at this Mr T, look how wet her little cunt is." She slapped me again! Even harder! My eyes welled up with tears. "That's for pretending that you...don't like every second of this." I nodded and apologized. I apologized! Did I actually do that? Yes. Yes I did. "Now take those little panties off."I nodded and took them off. I had them in my hand and Ms J just snatched them away from me. "These belong to us now." I nodded and kinda tried to cover my pussy by moving my legs back and forth. Mr T. I feel a tingling feeling inside my body. He is getting me close to the edge. I am about to explode and he stops. He pulls back and gets off the bed. I moan and squeal. I look at him in shock. He walks to the side of the bed and unties my hands. I feel suddenly deflated. I want more. I want to be taken over the edge of the falls. He lets my wrists loose, but just as I think he is done and about to let me go he takes and ties my right wrist to the right post of the headboard. I look over at it.. I could feel the fat part of the head as it contracted to slide down my throat, then expand as it pulled out onto my tongue. He pulled back his hand and allowed me to take over the deep throating pleasure I was providing him. As I slowed to catch my breath he would lunge forward to keep me from getting any rest. My mouth muscles ached, but I couldn't stop. Finally he backed out of my mouth and his cock slapped his stomach, glistening with my bubble riddled saliva. His ball sack was still. Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.--James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)8. Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries. -- Douglas Case, Classmate of Bill Clinton at Georgetown University.9. Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.-- P.J. O'Rourke, Civil Libertarian10. Government is the great fiction, through.