Tanya, despite her parroting of the ‘Party Line’ is pragmatic and smart. As young as she is, she’ll simply continue in the diplomatic service, e...en if there is a regime change. Now, for my KGB friend, this might not turn out so well. It all depends on how things change. They might purge the KGB, or they might simply turn it into a new service with a new name.”“So you don’t think there will be a civil war?” Jessica asked.“It’s possible, but I doubt it. The Red Army and KGB would simply crush any. Hey, cocksucker! I said in a low voice, You know whats about to happen here and that is Im going to be doing some olympic events, my cock…vs….your slutty mouth! Open your mouth wide..aaahhh thats a good girl….now stick your tongue out and keep it there. Good, now be still while we get you acquainted with your new best friend here. I lowered my engorged cock head to her tongue and just rested it there. I reached down and grabbed my rod, and slowly glided it around the entire circumference of her. At the same time that the safe was opened to remove the letter with information about the previous day, a newer envelope containing future knowledge about the *next* day would be placed into the safe. So, every other day, yet another prediction was verified. The predictions were never wrong. Over time, the sheer volume and incredible variety of these predictions led most people to accept the claim that the individuals belonging to The Fifty clearly had knowledge of our future, and therefor. Still I swung my hips even as I dug deeper, umph, I wanted more. I heard myself say it aloud, 'more, oh yeah, more'. The ember of pleasure was now a flame, with each swing of my hips I felt myself rising up on my toes. My head was rubbing against the wet wall, my ass was gripping my invading fingers. I was starting to shake, starting to quake, 'oh it's coming, oh, oh yeah its going to be. . . 'Suddenly, the shower curtain pulled back exposing my actions to the world. Worse my mother stood.