The Russian Military Captain took out his checkbook and laughed quietly to himself as he started
writing the check payable to the Bill, Hillary and Chelsea Clinton Foundation
(BHCC).
The Iran Nuclear Weapons Program
Russia Expands into Crimea and Fights West through the Ukraine
The Israel Missile Defense Shield, the only hope.
Israel Nuclear Attack - Russian Missiles Hillary Clinton Uranium
Huma Abedin Muslim Brotherhood Jihadist inside the U.S. Government,
"Do you want the information or not Comrade?" Hillary said
and returned the same quiet laugh as the Russian General ordered his Captain to
issue the check and to be quick about it.
"It's not for me General" Hillary said as she looked
around the basement room "It's for my boy Bill Clinton - he's been wanting
one of those antique MG's - a man's sports car that makes you young
again."
Hillary seemed surprised to
see the General in the same basement room deep inside the White House as he
returned an unfriendly laugh as he folded the U.S. Navy's Annual Budget Request
back into the leather case as the Russian Captain handed the million dollar
check to the Russian General who in turn handed it to Hillary Rodham Clinton
"This should buy your husband the MG and have many dollars left over Ms.
Secretary but you angrily talk about Russia on the news, this must stop."
the general was always a gentleman but was always speaking for Vladimir Putin
the real power behind the check for one million dollars.
"Your husband Ms. Secretary and his incidents of sexual
activity is relished as comedy in Russia."
the Russian general turned and started walking to the elevator to take
him to the upper levels of the White House.
The Russian Captain noticed Hillary Clinton's right hand slowly
close to form a fist and looked at her uneasily as her anger was rising and she
avoided looking directly into the Captain's eye as she watched the General walk
away with his four man security detail.
"It's my money General?" Hillary Clinton almost screamed
to make sure the Russian General heard her "I earned it remember the
Crimea - I gave it to Vladimir so you remind him!" as she drummed her
closed fist on the wooden desk and suddenly started shaking her head in that
red faced anger that made Hillary famous in closed door meetings.
"Ms. Secretary Clinton, the Texas oil barons want the Iraq
oil so tell them again they stand helpless without Vladimir so stop peddling
the Russian rumors about Syria." the Captain knew that Bill Clinton would
never buy an MG the Russian's were simply buying military information from
Hillary Clinton the U.S. Secretary of State for Barack Obama.
"Ms. Secretary, if you want our business we will be here
Tuesday next week." the Captain turned
to follow his general to the bank of elevators deep in the underground world of
the White House basement.
Hillary Clinton sat down in the broken leather chair and was
listening when the Secret Service Agents activated the elevator doors and
watched the General, the Captain and their security team walk inside.
Hillary's hair had been freshly cut and her pale skin scrubbed
almost a pink clean and in some kind of bizarre way she sat there and looked at
the million dollar check like it was a piece of fine jewelry.
By mid-afternoon she would have another meeting with a Syrian Military
Operative and make another five hundred thousand dollars in this same basement
room selling the same information to them as she was in the mood to fuck them
all.
"Don't get impatient Honey!" Bill Clinton entered the room and clapped his
hands together and took the check from Hillary.
"Don't worry Honey, Vladimir has billions of dollars to share
as he needs some help with Barack's sanctions." Bill Clinton was indifferent to America and
winked at Hillary as he unbuttoned her top and started rubbing her breasts as
she nodded agreement as sex seemed sensible to Bill Clinton and oral sex was
routine with him day or night.
Not satisfied with her hands Hillary would have to mess up her
make up again as Bill courteously unbuttoned his wife's pants and rubbed her
ass as she used her mouth to blow Bill's horn as he whispered "Thank you
Baby" over and over again.
Hillary always felt like she was working the corner booth like in
her college days, working the boys up as their eyes moved down to the honey
patch. At one time Bill Clinton was his
own Master but that little lean greedy dick always got in the way.
If people wanted to whore around with Hillary Clinton now they had
to pay cash as she could make the gears of U.S. Government policy mesh quietly
with powerful dictators around the world including those Islamic Radical
Jihadist Bastards bounded by sand but held together by oil money.
Hillary had the power to put dark economic, political and even
military clouds of power over any
country in the world, she loved to call it smart power and mocked the Negro in
the Oval Office. Barack Obama was a
gross example of political correctness gone wrong and was a national black
national radical monument to stupid people voting. All Barack ever wanted was a black Cadillac
and a White Whore and being president got him both as he treated Hillary like
the whore he always wanted.
As the temperature gauge climbed Hillary Clinton stayed in Hot
Water as Congress was on her ass about Benghazi Libya and the private email
server was an indulgence that the DOJ and the White House could keep under
control.
Just this once she would like to win without the Republicans and
press up her ass so she gestured with a smile for Bill Clinton to zip up his
pants.
Bill waved and smiled as his body was recovering from that
momentary chill he enjoyed right after sex.
He called his dick "Sunny" and proceeded to ask
"Sonny" if he wanted a gin and tonic for lunch.
Big temptation for Donald Trump and Hillary thought he was about
guaranteed to run for President this time as Huma Abedin rattled her newspaper
after Bill left the room to remind Hillary that she had been watching the blow
job listening to Hillary clearing her throat.
Huma smiled bewitchingly as she looked sexy walking over to
Hillary Clinton certainly waiting on her as she pulled down her dress and
dropped her panties to the concrete floor.
Happy lesbian lovers, Huma and Hillary. Bill knows about the sexual affair and Hillary knew all about Monica Lewinsky, a shared sexual secret,
Huma Abedin - Muslim Brotherhood (CAIR)
FBI Muslim Investigation Huma Abedin
Hillary started to nod happily and Huma's mouth stopped talking
and started the delightful game of lesbian sex with her boss. The glaze of boredom seemed bottomless has
Huma made sure Hillary knew she was in the right spot as the boredom seemed
endless but Huma was a Muslim working girl inside the White House. Huma pulled down her tennis shorts and poised
her vagina for Hillary waiting.
Hillary's face was full of adoration as she went on to remain extremely
interested in sex with Huma for the next hour or so.
Huma had slickered the dumb bitch and the Muslim Brotherhood had a
direct connection to the secrets of America and Hillary looked pleased as her
sucking sound was barely audible making love to Huma Abedin.
Reflectively Hillary Clinton paused and moved back to look at
Huma's face and sarcastically asked if Huma was bored.
Huma raised her black pig eyebrows and smiled as Hillary climbed
on top of her like a chauffeur getting ready to drive a fast car. Huma signaled for Hillary to slow down as the
rubber penis was a little too big but Hillary was jumping with joy and her
elegant make up would take hours to replace.
Huma could never be washed clean of the Hate she had for America
as she wrapped her long legs around Hillary's waist so the bitch could ride a
little longer.
"Go baby" Huma whispered softly as she pushed back in
the cushion to raise her hips for a better ride for the boss.
The big engine voice of Hillary Clinton, slowly and steadily like
a deep throated drill came down hard on Huma and returned the whisper "Go
baby, go baby" as Huma's face went blank and the rest of the world was
spinning as Hillary was making her cum and that muffled drumming of in and out as
she whispered to Hillary "Easy baby, easy....
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