After a couple of hours of drinking and shallow conversations, Joe generously tipped the bartender and was headed out the door. He stopped in his trac...ks when he saw a large Black man walk in after having cleared the checkpoint at the door. Joe sat back down, hoping that he would be fortunate enough to have the man sit by him. “Back already hun?” asked the bartender. “Yes, saw someone come in that caught my eye,” said Joe as he ordered another beer. As luck would have it the large man sat two. They hoped to accomplish their goal by mixing cyanide in the luncheon drinks served to the VIP's and thereby forever stop the peace process.After finishing off the drinks Clinton invited the other VIP's to the Oval Office for a final chat. Already they were feeling the effects of the spiked drinks. Unfortunately the terrorists responsible for concocting the cyanide had cocked up and had instead produced a extremely fast acting and long lasting aphrodisiac. The effects of this terrorist version. She gasped at the pleasure she was causing both of us. Her eyes jumped to mine and they were begging for an entirely different need. A naughty smile crept to my lips and I twisted my hand in her hair. More ice pearls fell to her hot skin. She gasped and danced her hips to shake the ice off. I pulled a wave of hot water up to meet the sliding ice and thrust forward with my hips. She arched back into the wave of water and rolled her hips over mine. Our eyes were locked together in lust as we. I spent the day alternately petrifiedthat someone would realise what I was wearing, as if they could summon x-ray vision, and frantically wondering whether something was going tohappen.It was late in the day that my new secretary Simone came in to see me.She was short, not especially pretty, but had outsized breasts that sheaccentuated by wearing tight sweaters. Ordinarily, it would have taken meno more than a day to try and get my hands on those luscious puppies. Butsince Kristina's.