”“And you are a ravenous beauty,” I said. “And your daughter is a flower that is just blossoming.”“Mmm, she is,” purred the mother. “Y...our robe?”I held out my arms and let her take it off me. She groaned as my muscular, tan body came into view and my big dick. Lust surged through her, a quiver that raced out of her pussy. She had never seen a cock as big as mine.Her daughter stared with wide eyes. She trembled, a tinge of fear mixed in with her powerful desire for me. She had never seen a dick. She was too far invested in it and so were her clique and cabal of supporters, such as Huma Abedin, among others.“Remember, the Clintons were very close to Melania and me. Chelsea was good friends with Ivanka and Tiffany, even with Jared. We had a lot of mutual friends and acquaintances, yes, including Jeffrey Epstein, of course. Hell, I even got along with Marc, Chelsea’s husband. I was a registered Democrat for years. I donated lots of money to various friends of Bill and Hillary, such as. ...I have never seen a woman that actually glows like you do- you arebeautiful," Matt told him."Thank you," Tray just wanted to smash him in the face.They rode in silence to the bottom then when the door opened Tray steppedout, aware that Matt was watching him walk away. 'My god this isdisgusting, I have to get out of this dammed body,' he thought.Danny watched him, blinking, confused at the beautiful woman that walkedfrom the elevator to his little desk.The lobby was about twenty feet square. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All this time, when I'm talking to people, when I'm at one of.