I was on Pacific time and that news had taken six hours to be announced. The Vice President was dead, too: same cause—naked, hanging by his neck fro...m a hook. Steel cable and zip ties. Nobody was calling it "conspiracy," not yet. I was able to access news from a number of sources on the World Wide Web, news stories before they were filtered by the editorial offices of the American news media giants. It shook me to find that the United States had been decapitated politically. On a hunch, I. I used to visit the local beaches as often as I could and found a few quieter spots that I liked to go to. Sometimes I'd strip off if there was no-one about and I had a great all over tan!During one of my more fem phases I decided to go to the beach. I'd admired all the lucky girls who got to wear little bikinis and go topless and was really envious, so I bit the bullet and went out and bought a very skimpy bikini with tie sides and a thong bottom. I went for something really feminine - it was. I then slowly slip off my briefs exposing my large, hard cock to you. I now stand here, completely naked and totally exposed before you.You tell me to get on my knees and I obey. You take your shirt off as you look down at me and smile. I'm on my knees in front of you. I'm completely naked, vulnerable, submissive. Between my legs my rigid cock points upward in anticipation of what you'll do to me. You walk up to me, wearing only your pants. You stop with your erection bulging through your tight. You wind your belt over my shoulder and under me, running between my breasts teasing each nipple with a little flick of the end of it. You wind it around me again, this time taking it around my neck, tightening it. You tug at the belt and lift me from the pillow. With one hand gripping the belt, you tug me a little arching me back. Your other hand finds my hip and you grind into me. You grab my ass and slowly work your way around the curve of my cheek with the tips of your fingers. You rub me.