After the accident, the Ice Queen's sister, the Mistress of Pain, moved in with her, for she seemed totally devoid of compassion at my plight. I reali...zed what she had been planning to do with the money later on when I found a confirmation email from a travel agency on my laptop. It was confirming our reservations for a Honeymoon Trip to Hawaii. Which brings us back to the question of how I found myself in such a pitiful state in the first place. Well, the answer is Stupidity! That's how! My own. Oppressed peoples and beleaguered governments turned to Mark and Mary Glassner. And the Tyrant's price was simple—submission.–excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina AllardThursday, May 1st, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Air Force One, Over the Bering Sea"My Lord," Cindy, one of my maids, said through the door to my private cabin on Air Force One, "it is time for your broadcast." Okay," I yawned, rubbing my eyes. I lay sandwiched between Korina and Lillian, napping after fucking. They looked like 25-30 years in age. They seem to speak hindi and english most of the times. There were 3 more berths in my compartment and there was a screen to close these 4 berths alone. The side upper and lower berth seemed to be occupied already and screens were put.I sat at my seat and 3 guys were around me. 2 of them constantly looked at my boobs. This made me uncomfortable. The other 1 was sitting next to me, so I was unable to see what is he doing. Ttr came, checked for tickets and he. I saw one small table in the far corner which was available, so I headed immediately towards it and placed my key in the place setting. Almost immediately a young waitress approached me and asked, in a pleasant eastern European accent, whether I would like tea or coffee. "Coffee please," I said and, as she walked away added, "Could you make it strong please." Of course," she replied with a smile.Leaving my key on the table, I went to the buffet. There was a good selection but I just wasn't.