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>>54667696
Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

The market is waiting and whimpering in anticipation for Jerome to defile it's deepest sectors with his schlong, veins pulsing with trillions of dollars of inflation. Very soon™ it will be time but first Jerome has to get the market ready for penetration, a little foreplay first. He'll spit on his interest rate dick and rub against the market's labia and clit meanwhile the other Fed presidents will whisper in the markets ear about how inflation is transitory and tapering will start. The market moans and commodity prices tumble while defensive sectors like utilities will cause the markets nipples to harden. Jerome smacks his lips and can't restrain himself from them, sucking and biting at them until the market is so aroused it can't help but grind against the interest rate bitch breaker smearing it with pussy juice. Jerome must do the needful otherwise inflation will overtake them both and then no one gets to cum especially not Bobo. He pushes the tip in gently and the market gasps in pleasure, tapering has begun. Bonds take a dip and smart investors buy it immediately claiming they slurped on an anonymous monkey hair braiding forum. Stocks rise trying to squeeze the last bit of gains before what comes next. Jerome's heart is pounding now, each heartbeat causing the veins to bulge as CPI skyrockets, milk and gas are both over $100 a gallon. There's no more time for waiting, Jerome thrusts deeper and gasps as the inner ridges of the market are stretched wide yielding to him. Interest rates are hiked, there's no going back, the market begins to cry from pain and corrects 20% suddenly. Unbeknownst to either, the door is open just a crack and a lustful Janet Yellen peeks through with a horrified expression, hands flicking her dusty bean furiously.

>>53525270
what time does the rat face talk?

>>53516328
the 25 bepis hikes are pretty certain
those have also been leaked/teased whatever by the fed whisperer
passed that it really depends on the CPI and other inflation reports
the farther it gets out the less high accurate the CME tools predictions are
it's potentially seeing cuts in Nov and Dec but only 30% chances on each

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

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Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it's too late to resist, there's no running away from Jerome's bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he'll have to take the market to a place it's never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there's a slight resistance of the market's hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can't stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it's vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market's nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

>>13549955
make it rain.