This is about individual rights and how thegovernment can protect them. I don't know how much you've been toldabout me but I'm not from this world. My... family was killed on theorders of the leaders of your world and they will pay for that. Atfirst I was only interested in vengeance but now, I am concerned withwhat is left after my vengeance. I want to leave a better world behindwhen I return to my world. Let me make this point clear. I am notstaying after this is done. I'm going home. You'll run. This allowed A to see where the ladies wished to seat themselves, the booth they had chosen was fairly secluded in a cosy corner of the restaurant, K slid into the seat first with C right next to her leaving a single chair facing the pair for A.A ordered some wine for the table, and as they browsed the menu the chat turned to how they were dressed and how arousing the 2 ladies were to each other. A watched in fascination as the 2 ladies eased onto a comfortable chat about lingerie, clothes,. My breasts dangling in front of his face. “When you feel comfortable.” he said, nipping at my prominently displayed nipples, his hands resting on my hips. “But I don’t know what to do?” “Of course you do!” he answered lifting my hips upward. I felt him start to slide out, and sat feeling him sink back in. I rose and fell, feeling every inch of his cock as it entered and withdrew. The urge to mate had overcome the dull ache! I was fucking the President! His hands were now playing with my. Jezebel's will was like steel wires warped around my limbs. I was a puppet, and she was forcing me to kill my wife.Desiree grappled with my enslaved body, and we rolled around on the soft grass. Jezebel forced me to scratch, bite, and punch my beautiful wife. Lights flashed across the field as Master and Mistress fought the Devil. Jezebel was winning. I didn't understand; Desiree was stronger than me, a better fighter than me. Why was she losing?Then I saw my wife's eyes. She doesn't want to.