And the shootout. It’s nice for me to know I can smile at death. What a very great year! Over five weeks they had taken off fifty pounds of fat from... the President’s body.Later after breakfast, John and Jenny took all the family and close friends to the Emperor’s Yacht. They had flown up to it in the 775 (Patricia). There was room enough for six ships as big as Patricia to be stored inside it. One of the meeting rooms could hold 40. When John started the meeting off, Jenny had SCREAMED at him. I got up, naked of course and went to put on the coffee. I settled down on the recliner with the Sunday paper and my coffee. My cock was resting on my upper thigh. For those who might be interested, I've pretty much got four modes. My penis can turtle up pretty small when not needed. Then there's the "got some promise" mode I was in now. Soft but stretched out a bit looking like it promised some good size. Then there's hard enough to fuck and finally hard enough to break through a wall. . I opened my eyes and started apologizing, but she had other plans. She got hold of my ear and pulled me towards her and gave me hot kiss on the lips. I was stunned and shocked. She gasped for a breath and her lips were back onto mine within a fraction of seconds. I got horny and kissed her back. She held my hand and kept it on her boob and told me to press it hard. I was fondling her boobs, kissing her and she was super excited. She pushed me on the bed and started undressing herself. I was. "Show your lowliness by kissing my feet."Something rebelled inside him at this point despite his affection for the lovely taffeta fabric that flowed from his eye level when kneeling all way to the ground. His eyes flashed and he glared up at her. "You've humiliated me enough now. I refuse to kiss your feet." Like a snake striking, she whipped out terrible pain of it. Again across each shoulder and cutting down at an angle across his back the whip delivered its punishing stripes. Slowly he was.