I only stepped in when Chazzo was getting people killed. But I was content to just do the job, then you made your move. Well you are now the leader of... this camp as you wanted. You need to make a deal to save your camp, to save yourself. These people you are leading will rise up, and kill if you can’t make things right. They want to know you have a plan to get some meat into this camp to feed them. Ask Chazzo all about the getting killed part.” Boso said.“I am leaving and hope we are still. That was what "the Ruling Class" wanted. The problem was, the Ruling Class was getting old. Old men and old women, steeped in power and privilege, were dying. They were Law Makers and law makers must make laws ... they did.Passing laws that do not apply to themselves ... or their spouses and children.Arranging wars to remove the best of the opposition and doing it under the title of "Duty to God and Country."No Sir..."The people must not be able to defend themselves against their duly elected. I noticed then how Mo had slid down slightly in her chair so that her beach dress had rode up providing Joe with an unobstructed view of her pussy. Looking across at Joe I could see that he wasn’t slow on the uptake. I faint grin appeared on his face and glancing down at his shorts I could see that if Mo’s display was deliberate, it was having the desired effect. After another sip of wine in which we continued to make small talk I could see that Mo’s skirt had risen up that little bit more. I. She let him rest.Jessie woke up three hours later. Wow, what a sleep! He got out of bedand went to the bathroom to pee. As he sat there he wiggled his prettytoes and built his ego up a bit for the fantastic job he did on them. Hewiped and stood up pulling his panties over his hips first, thenfollowing with his sweats. He hopped downstairs to see what the ladies where doing. "Whoa, looks like Mr. Sleepyhead finally decided to get up," Susanjoked."Yeah, I guess I was really tired. How's the.