You’re a fucking goddess, Karen,” I continued, caressing her long blond hair.“Go on,” she whispered.“I get what I want. And I want you. I wa...t every inch of your hot little body.”She gave me the look I saw THAT night. I could sense she was aroused by my words as she was moving around the chair nervously. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of tight jeans.In a minute my dad returned to the dinning table to announce that for the next hour he’s going to have an online conference with his. Christy, Julie, and James watched as Patricia rubbed closer and closer to her pussy. They could see the lust on their mother's face as her fingers spread her lips open for the woman to see. "See how wet it makes me?" she asked her female audience of one.Again, the woman only nodded.Patricia place a finger in her slick groove and slowly pulled it upwards until she flicked her clit a few times. Her breathing started to get faster and her hips started to rock upwards. The camera zoomed in and. She must sacrifice a male who is a close to her. A husband, a son, a nephew, a father, a brother, or a close male friend. Once she does that, she’s proven herself and gains the keys to the kingdom. Feminism is a cult, folks. Its mantra is hatred of men. And it’s more dangerous than the White Supremacy and Neo-Nazi groups the FBI and other law enforcement agencies warn us about. At the top of the Feminist ladder of power, there is the Aryan Sisterhood. Tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and. Olivia watched me at work, without making comment. I quickly outlined my demand for four million Euros in non-consecutively numbered five hundred Euro notes. The cash would easily fit within a small suitcase, simplifying the act of transporting it when the exchange eventually took place.A third of the proceeds would eventually line the pockets of certain figures in a notorious Russian crime syndicate, compensating them for laundering the funds and placing the remainder into my numbered offshore.