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A woman sobbed, "I don't have a son or a daughter! I need someone to fuck me! I'm a slutty mommy! My son died! Please, please, be my son!"
The young man agreed and she ripped open his fly to gobble his dick.
These disgusting acts had to be stopped. I had my orders.
I had to find the right spot to assassinate the two psychers. It had to look like an accident, though. This wasn't sanctioned by the President. The Agency was acting out of desperation with that feckless, senile, and decrepit old man sitting in the Oval Office.
It wasn't the first time I had killed for my country. America had to be protected. So I watched and waited for my chance.
To be continued...
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