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people what to do. His life of making decisions and being respected. His way of letting it all go, being free, freaky, and feminine as opposed to masculine and dominating.
    He liked to be controlled without judgment while he lived out his urges and secret desires. From time to time, he had to have the opposite of what the world demanded of him. The same demands he knew awaited him as soon as he left the hotel room.
    She jerked her foot away. “Pretty in Pink, get your ass back on the bed, up on all fours so I can fuck you in the ass, doggie style.” She removed her other shoe and took the big black dildo from the dresser. “I’m gonna punish you for not kissing my feet the minute you walked into this damn room.”
    “Yes, Mistress Queens.” Even his voice was pink. He stood, looking guilty of a crime while wearing silver clips on his nipples, pulled down his lace panties and stepped out of them all ladylike, and made his way to the corner of the bed—on all fours, as instructed.
    “Now open up.”
    His hairy ass was propped up and ready. He buried his face into the pillow and took a peek back, seeming to anxiously await her next move after she secured the black leather strap along her hips. Prostate pleasure and rimming were his thing.
    He was Tyler Copeland, Mr. 31, New York City’s police commissioner.
    In his mind, some things could be done only in private, in another world of no judgments and no rules, no hassles and no gossip.
    Just as he squealed upon her full penetration, she popped him on his pale cheek. “Dirty girl.” His cheek flushed dark red.
    He grabbed hold of his excited dick as she fucked him into submission.
    “Let go. I didn’t say you could please yourself.” She popped him on his dick.
    He wept with pleasure at her control and did as she said. But even with him removing his hand, he still spilled his seed, reeling from his thrill. Just as he came, Money’s phone sounded.
    He glanced at it with teary, ecstasy-filled eyes.
    She told him, “Keep your ass right where it is” and headed to her phone, picked it up, and read the text from Jamie.
    Where are you and what are you doing?
    Money shook her head. As if he didn’t know she was at work.
    Making grown men cry like little bitches , she thought but never typed.

Republican candidate former California governor Robert Sally has performed well in the polls, becoming a strong contender. Sally says he’s trying to win over his party’s conservative vote. Thus far, his tax plan does not fare well with low-income consumers, who prefer Senator Darrell Ellington’s proposal to cut income tax rates across the board.
    Two
Midori
    Tuesday—May 17, 2011
    M idori thought about what she and her sister Money had talked about. She hoped Virgil really wasn’t dumb enough to set up the mayor of Philly in order to get his stepfather, Senator Darrell Ellington, elected as President. She hadn’t been able to see Virgil since she had to go out of town so quickly. Knowing when she was to have returned, he was blowing up her phone unlike any other time before, trying to come by and see her from the moment she got back.
    She’d had appointments seven nights straight and couldn’t see him as much as she wanted to, making excuses as if she had evening real estate showings and was too exhausted.
    Her trip the previous weekend with the Long Island doctor to the Florida Keys was spectacular. She wasn’t even mad at her sister for assigning the booking to her. Turns out the client wanted the GFE, or girlfriend experience, as opposed to what most of the men who paid for her services wanted—the PSE, or porn star experience.
    The PSE was usually freakier and definitely more expensive because it involved hard-core sex. Most of it was deep throat or anal, and ejaculations outside of the body, outside of the condom, mainly for visual effect, like in a porn movie. For the client, PSE with an escort was less about feelings and more about the performance.
    The Long