’ Burnside then surprised the committee by pulling out her stack of underground magazines. She passed them to a congressional staff member who turn...ed them over to the committee. ‘I’m giving you some of my writings on my sexual preferences. There’s a couple of stories, and the other pieces are opinion columns. I tabbed the articles for you. It doesn’t seem to me that your quote, investigation, unquote, turned these up, even though they’re publications. I believe that some of your questions will. "There should be enough to get the pig some clothes so that we don't look like we're harboring a homeless person," Daddy sneered at mommy. I wanted to run and hide under the stuff in my closet because a fight was about to break out. But I didn't dare move. I was frozen like a mouse in the gaze of a snake."Why do you always pick on Frances?" Mommy whined. I could tell that she really didn't care about me so much as she cared that Daddy had insinuated that she was letting me make the family look. ... just like a birthday....you're so right, dear Eddie!" A few of the ladies seemed to enjoy the private laugh, not so privately.The waiter nods and winks at Mistress Tracy. "One of THOSE days, Tracey",he says with obvious familiarity. Old Eddie the waiter circles the crowdquickly with his eyes, then he smiles, nodes and leaves. "Well, is it piss shots or slave bukkake, ladies" Tracey asks aloudwhile the fun and voluminous chatter and commotion continues. "Gosh, am I the only person here who. "Jack, perhaps we'd better get in the house."But she couldn't move. As she started getting up, Jackie felt how hot she'd become. Her panty-crotch rubbed wetly against her pussy, slipping briefly into her ass-crack and touching her clit ever so lightly, ever so deliciously. Jackie bit her lip, sitting back down and looking up at the stars again."No, I don't want to - not yet, anyway."Could he smell her hot cunt? Jackie wondered. She couldn't catch her breath. She put one hand to her throat,.