“Would you like that?” she finished, releasing her hands from my head. “Yes Mistress,” I replied, my eyes looking up into hers, trying to show...her how badly I needed to cum. “You’ll have to do better than that.” “Please Mistress,” I pleaded, my whole body on edge. “Let Master John fuck me.” “Wow I’ve never seen someone beg to be fucked like that. You really are a dirty little thing aren’t you?” “Yes Mistress,” I replied. “I need it so badly.” “What a total slut,” a look of pure disgust filled. " You get the idea. Note that Mrs. Delaney's problem was not a Federal or State government one, those being the original targets of MAF. Vanessa had so much more money available than she'd expected that she'd widened MAF's aim to include smaller forms of government.MAF's staff had been searching through the last few years' newspapers, looking for cases of government corruption or abuses of power, investigating them further (newspapers not being the best sources of factual information), and MAF. From the way the gas cap lay open, he suspected the gas had been taken as well ... Someone had even drained the oil out of the pan. The radiator had a big hole in it, and the windshield was shattered.Farther along, barrels full of rock and dirt blocked most of the road. A car could get past, and from the tracks several had, but it would have to slow down. He left the stroller at the side of the road, and stepped cautiously between the barrels. The valley narrowed to a point here, and a fence. After us both cleaning up him doing the dishes and us relaxing on the couch I called him over and told him to stand in front of me. He did so and with out any reminder he looked rite at me waiting for me to lecture him. I made it short and sweet. The it was time. I told him to keep his arms to his side at all times unless I said differently. I reached out and unbuckled his belt, then his jean button, as I unzipped his pants I could see him start to get nervous. I told him that He will be OK but.