We had massaged my comments for an hour, and though I wanted to simply tell those watching that everything would be fine, that wasn't going to cut it....Good Morning ladies and Gentlemen. Sometime about three A.M. aggressive military forces attacked the White House, the Pentagon, NORAD, and my temporary home located at the United States Naval Observatory. I was not home at the time, and as a result, I was spared the face-to-face ordeal of dealing with a determined assault."President Thornton was. She went with dare. "I dare you to drink out of the toilet bowl," I said. "Ewww!" she scrunched up her face. "I dared, you've gotta do it!" lightly enforcing the rules of the game. Begrudgingly, she went into the bathroom. I followed her to make sure she followed through. Sure enough, though reluctantly, she stuck her head into the toilet bowl and lapped at the water a bit. It was clean, as far as toilet water goes. "K," she said, indignantly wiping her lips. "Truth or dare?" This went on for a. I used the tip to feel for the gaps between her rib bones. Finding the right spot, I slowly pushed the point home, cutting through the skin and muscle until it entered her right lung. I could feel her tense and fight for breath as the lung collapsed. Angling the bayonet so that it was pointing in a line with her beating heart, slicing the lung and ribcage open as I did so, I pushed the blade slowly forwards until it ripped into her life-giving pump. She died as the heart organ shredded and. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bowl. It was filled with a lot of piss, and it stunk like hell. My dick was so hard I almost couldn't stand it. The seat was up and I began hungrily licking the porcelain rim of the bowl. What would make someone like me crawl naked on the hard tile floor to a filthy foul smelling toilet bowl, and lick it? To voluntarily surrender my rights and dignity as a human being, to crave pain and humiliation? I did it for SEX - pure and simple. My dick was SO.