This was notdiscomfort for fashion reasons, this was purposely inflicted pain. Hisface grimaced from the prickly penetrations on his scalp and the ext...remepull on his hair. The girls giggled and took pictures as Leanne begandoing the next strand."UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" again as Martin twisted his body this time in the chairtrying to stop them from placing another of the spiked curlers in hishair, but his head was held firmly against the head rest by Lisa and thesecond curler was twisted tightly onto. This was pure fucking, me using my twin sister’s tight wet cunt for pleasure. And it didn’t take long before Leanne began to spasm and scream, her juices squirting out over my legs and the floor as her tight cunt got even tighter, grabbing my cock. That sensation triggered my own orgasm, and I drove deeper into her, flooding her with my own seed. Her legs buckled and I slid my arms around her waist on instinct, holding her up until she could hold herself up.As night fell over the city, Leanne. I hadn't told him about this fantasy and I certainly hadn't put the bullet in my purse before we left the house. At once I knew two things--one was that he had found my secret diary of fantasies and two--that he had placed the bullet in my bag at some point during the day. I felt a strange mixture of guilt and excitement as I nodded and rushed to do his command.I found it tough to relax enough to insert the bullet right away, but after I focused on the sensation of his words in my ear and his. "Mr. Secretary, if you want to know anything going on in the Federal Government, just ask a page. We're everywhere, and treated like a piece of furniture. Congressmen and Senators talk in front of us like we're not there, all the time." That answer was perfect. Shane was satisfied because it made perfect sense.Victorello turned to Hawk and said, "I am sorry, Mr. President, but we need to look DEEPLY into the Vice President's habits, behavior, phone records, and visits. Until we can exclude him.