"Lets see," she murmured off her checklist. "Cabbage rolls, stuffed with pork, had to heat 'em way too fast!" Sasami sighed, "Flavors gonna suffer but...it couldn't be helped." She then nodded and with nothing else for it bent, checking the oven. "Apple crisps and sweet rice." She mused, wishing the apples weren't so green or the rice so, so, yellow! "Not like i had a choice!" Sasami mildly lamented. "That stuff was the only rice we've got right now!" She made a mental Note, to get down to the. "I didn't drive myself and, honestly, I didn't think I'd need to show any ID. I mean, I am the president." Yes, sir, I know who you are. But I'm afraid that, federal banking regulations being what they are, I'll need to see a photo ID."Obama sighs in consternation."But just ask anyone at the bank," he says."They all know who I am. Everybody knows who I am." I'm sorry, Mr. President, but rules are rules." Please, there must be something you can do. I need to cash this check so I can buy Michelle. ” George looked at Liz and asked, “Why Monday night, I thought this was going to be a Friday thing?” Liz said, “It was, but after tonight, my ‘MASTER’ said he owned my pussy and I will spread my legs anytime he says, so Monday night I will be at his apartment at 6 pm.” George then asked, “Can you call your ‘MASTER’ and ask if I can come and watch?”Liz was quiet and then said, “I don’t know, I guess I could ask. I never talked to him about you, maybe if I had known your fantasy.” Liz sat. Had that really happened? I wanted to go to his bed as he slept and gently suck him off, the mighty emperor being served by his concubine bitch. I don't care how that sounds. Tento had to jump off and had nowhere to go. Tut didn’t care; he just pounded, caressing into his bitch, his huge body rocking the bed, creaking and shaking, and breaking my tiny little body. I slammed back and forth against the wall, knocking my head against it, and it cracked, brains and blood spilling out, that’s how it.