Most of my partners pulled out to cum in my mouth, as I swallowed their jizz for the phone cameras that seemed to be gathered around me, while a few s...rayed my face, hair and tits with their sticky loads. I loved it all and all I thought about was if I was going to be a porn star, I might as well act like one. I did and Ryan showed me the film the next morning as he counted the 18 men who had fed me their cocks and cum that night. I had remembered it even though I was so buzzed and I had been. It was always like this. The pain itself was not very great, but she knew that it heralded excruciating pains yet to come, a promise of agonies yet to be savored. She shivered at the thought. As the needle pierced the delicate skin and protruded through the outside layer, it brought with it a drop of blood. That was good, she thought. The gods would approve. They liked blood.She took another needle and pierced her other cunt lip the same way. This one's pain was different. Not as sharp and. Did I mention her lips? Oh my. Her lips are like porn star lips. I justwant to put my dick between them. Just grab her tits and start fuckingthem, maybe even bend her over her bed and fuck her, or better yet, fuckher ass. God that would be great. But it will never happen, so I justwatch her from my bed. See I'm not a bad guy. I could be the guy that'slike planning on raping her or something. You know that guy that like haspictures of a girl all over his room and is really creepy. His task had been to draw as many federal operatives to him as possible. Little did they realize that he wasn't the plan; he was the plan within the plan.Later that day, the president and his secretary would make their way north to the staid township of Allendale for a political fundraiser at the Archer New Baptist Church. Known mostly for its hosting of quarterly professional bridge tournaments in its cavernous Fellowship Hall, the church was apparently a safe bastion of presidential political.