All eyes were upon her, body temperatures increasing as she moved with sensual agility and grace.My mouth opened and curled at the corners as her long... legs neared me. Sultry smiles matched mine as she reached her hand forward touching my fingers lightly, she winked and in soft angelic tones she asked me."Care to dance?"I took her hand, laced my fingers into hers and rose from the light pink winged back chair I was sitting in. I knew from the look in her eyes she had more than dancing on her. His penis was now plowing at her nether region with obvious purpose. She knew this was not right, but never the less it was erotic, even if it was sinful. Dawn squirmed under her youngster, her arms managed to bend and press at his hips in an effort to hold off his having her. Even so, her juices were flowing and her libido was beginning to like the lewd situation, her lascivious nature was emerging. That was what she had been suppressing, the desire for her kid's cock that was so raunchily. Do the math! Who is getting the bulk of the money? It’s not the artists. It’s not the songwriters. It’s not the session musicians. It’s not anybody with a discernible talent. It’s the guys sitting upstairs that happened to pop out of a wealthy uterus!”I looked at the people nearest the back. They were exchanging angry glances.“Change is coming,” I said in a softer voice. “We’ve reached the saturation point and the public is not going to stand for the chicanery that’s been hidden for so long.. And so, a partnership was made between these men. Through the collectivization of political power, public power, international resources, connections, and billions of dollars, a singularity of massive power was formed in the first meeting of Founding Patriarchs.. . .At first, the change was subtle, and you couldn't be blamed for not noticing. A replaced police chief here, a new council member there, and maybe a new professor over there. All of it was pretty much normal, and at worst, an eyebrow.