.. MMS ... and yes, it indisputably and in fact and beyond doubt is him!Simmered (or boiled) eggs and baked chicken and fried carrots and unprocessed ...cabbage sliced and muddle up with mayonnaise and a filled tumbler of strong, sugary juice and a plateful of grapes and cut apples. Will you get ready this for me please, my sweet angel?I type and note down to him:All heard and understood, chief.He inscribes back speedily again.What would you like I myself to bring you home, huh? What, treasured. I incline my head to taste the flesh of your sexy mouth, k issing your manly jaw, down your neck over the cleft of your throat between your collarbones validating my suspicion of its softness, lingering over your brawny chest, and then on down your rippled stomach. I begin a course of kisses at your navel meeting your swollen dick rising over your belly competing for my attention. Propping yourself up on a pillow you reached down your thigh digging your fingers into my hair l. I had received detailed instructions on how to prepare and ended up in the hotel room, naked, shaved, on my knees on the bed with my ass in the air, waiting for him to enter. A blindfold over my eyes. Thinking I was going to die – and how it was still worth it. The tension ate me on the inside and made me feel alive. Incredibly alive, breathing, existing, happy. I heard him open the door, walk into the room and lock it. I felt his eyes on me. Heard him put his bag on the floor and take his. “Is he a Senator or something?”“What was that?”“Nothing,” I said, quickly pulling out my phone. Just to be on the safe side, I started a text to Donovan with the word ‘HELP’ and the floor we were heading to, as well as a warning about all the guards. I really had no idea what I was getting into, or if one paranoid limo driver would be able to save me if this went bad, but it made me feel a little better knowing that all I had to do was press SEND, and he would come for me.I expected the.