terrorist meemaw x trump

The taste of freedom

Trump pov:
My hands were tied and I was blindfolded as Meemaw began to work her magic. I could feel my whole body shaking with desire and I flung my head back out of sheer ecstasy when suddenly she stopped. Moments after I heard a shrill scream and a thud. I freed my hands out of the patriotic restraints and ripped the blindfold off my face. Meemaw was lying on the ground, her eyes still open with an expression of pure terror. I looked around and observed all of the elaborate sex toys that decorated every surface. Of course she had to pick Mike Pence's room out of all rooms. While there were some pretty standard toys in here, some of them were so vile and shocking that even I, the freak master, had a hard time looking at them. I dropped down to the floor next to terrorist Meemaw and began shaking her to try and get her to regain consciousness but all to no avail. This was the worst time that this could possible be happening. My shriveled little pickle finally gets hard after 15 years of malfunction and now it's all ruined? I need to get her to regain consciousness so I can get that toothless vacuum seal 5000, but how? I knew calling for help was probably the right thing to do but there's was no way of knowing what else would happen if someone else stepped foot in Mikes room. Turns out that wasn't my decision to make after all because I heard the bellowing noise of footsteps coming down the stairs. My devoted followers had made it all the way to the tunnels and now I needed one to come save the day.