It is not well known, but the scuttlebutt on the street says, China has a contingency plan to strategically nuke part of their own population in an em...rgency, due to their lack of food and raw materials.”“Wow … I didn’t know things were that bad.”“Before that happens, China will probably take their billion man Army, move north across the border and take what they need from Russia. That will be a war to end all wars. What we really need is someone to invent a machine that will replicate food,. I bobbed faster, sucked harder, moaned louder. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I whimpered, the rapture building in me, driving me to please my brother.Then he let out a mighty groan. His cock throbbed in my mouth. Then the first wonderful spurt of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Creamy jizz washed through my mouth. I gulped it down, his spunk warming down to my belly.I came.I shivered, sucking hard as rapture shot through my body. I loved giving my brother pleasure. I swallowed. It fascinated me to watch her smooth, soft skin quiver as my touch brushed across her like feathers. She shuddered every time I caressed her, jumped when I touched the inside of her slick thighs, breathed hard as my fingers drew close to her sex. But my fingers traveled unexpectedly down her legs. Suddenly, I opened her wide and chained her ankles. She was incredibly wet, swollen, her thighs glistening with moisture. She was spread eagled, on her stomach, the clamps. Wait a minute! The soldiers were staying in the hotel? That sounded fishy. Who was paying the tab? The US government certainly wasn't paying for common soldiers to live in a hotel! This was worth investigating. Caleb was pretty good friends with Henry Ackerman, who ran the hotel. Maybe he was worth talking to about who payed the bill.That evening after supper time, but before Henry would have gone to bed, Caleb knocked at his door. "Henry, open up. It's Caleb Jackson. I need ta talk ta ya.