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Chapter 5. That’s Not A Big Toe.
Bolton - 3 am. Kim Jong-Un has just sent over a request for with the SaudiA that Trump needed to be aware of. I was still drinking my coffee and still fixing my shirt. Nothing makes my day better than seeing the Iranian’s get screwed, but not by N Korea.
I was on my way to “Oral Room” to update the President. I also brought the crayons that he liked and a cheeseburger from McDonald’s. The office manager was still waking up and barely recognized that I was walking in. The secret service agent on duty was throwing up in the trash can, so I knew what that meant.
I girded my resolve, and told myself this was for the nation. I summoned my strength and walked in.
No matter how many times one sees this, it’s as painful to watch. The disgust is as fresh as ever.
On a big screen, Vladimir Putin was speaking in Russian and showing the latest charts of disinformation that his people were handling for Trump. Melania was standing nearby, translating for the Russian President. On the floor was the 45th President of the United States, dresses as a dirty Russian ballerina. A massive dildo was glued to the big screen where Putin’s cock would be, and Trump was taking it in as deep into his mouth as much as he could. Again.
With the amount of fake, dried up cum stains on his shirt. The stains on the bottom part of the outfit show how much Trump was enjoying himself. The “talk” was nearing completion. Trump pulled back and with a gasp he demanded “more caviar flavor.” And went back to sucking.
An aide went to the mix machine in the back and added a dark juice to the milky blend. The smell was disgusting, and it will take years to get out of this hallowed hall.
trump finally noticed that I had entered the room and lifted a finger indiciating for me to wait. He took his mouth off the dildo and asked Melania.
“Are you sure he can’t see me?”
“He can’t.”
“Good.”
Then went back to sucking. Melania winked at the camera at the top of the large TV. Putin winked back.
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