Politicians make bets with our sorry butts as collateral, and we get to pay up. It happens all the time in the military, so get used to it!"Someone el...se said, "Hey Barney! You roomed once with Roscoe Buckminster, and his dad was a good friend of the President, did he ever talk about him?" Barney" Barnes looked thoughtful for a minute, and then replied."Yeah he did. It was kind of funny; no one even suspected Roscoe knew the President at all until after 9-11 when his dad died at the Pentagon.. I have had the most amazing rat stews that he created.”Aghast Eugene exclaimed, “Rat? A rat stew? My god man, why?”“Well, we were kind of short on rations. Andersonville was not at the head of the supply chain at that time.”As the coffee was brought out and served, the Colonel continued. “Mr. Herrington, the young man to my right, is the Regimental scribe. Our stenographer. He is going to record our negotiations concerning this contract you wish to engage the Regiment in.”A confused look came. The walls are thick enough to withstand the most powerful of blaster weapons. A junior recruit – probably a girl on her mandatory service lucky enough to avoid the battle front, escorts me through the bustling building. The door of Red Duchess’ office is ajar. I’m about to walk in when I hear the sound of an argument is raging inside. I automatically pause, waiting for a polite moment to interrupt. My escort, similarly uncertain what to do, also hesitates, and we can’t avoid hearing the. Becky gave a sly look to her mother. "You heard him, Mom, we have to taste each other again. I'm going first. I want you to lie on your back now and enjoy what I'm going to do for you."Before Lucy could comment on the matter, Becky pushed her mother onto her back, then dropped down between her mother's legs. Becky buried her face in her mother's pussy and went to work, creating a dizzying feeling for her mother. Becky licked, sucked, and kissed her Mom’s pussy in the way that she had perfected.