. kind of like them things wound up in metal reels, packed flat, maybe in wooden crates? Something sort of like that? I might have seen one or two of ...hose kind of things about."The old codger suddenly realized he might have said too much and went cold silent on me."I don't suppose for a suitable reward or finder's fee, you'd show me where you'd seen some crates like this ... maybe underground somewhere? I'd sure be plenty grateful." It's not safe for you to be poking around, no how. Especially. Besides there is a population of several Centillion sentient beings classified as legal Citizens, the chances that more than one has the same opinion about any given issue is quite high and it is usually never just one citizen who objects or suggests something, but every citizen counts and your opinion and your ideas are as important as these of the president.”“What does the president do then?” Asked another student“The Office of the president does not have many functions left, and many experts. I pulled his futon down into a bed and stripped down to my little red thong. I laid out across his bed looking down over my sun-kissed body, my breasts bright white from lack of exposure to the sun. I positioned myself in the back corner of the mattress facing his bedroom door and propped up with pillows. I spread my legs with my knees slightly bent. I lubricated my fingers in my mouth and slid them under my thong. I started to rub my clit awaiting his arrival. I began to massage my breast with. He was getting close, I could see it, and then he started his ritual of begging. It was kind of a thing he did now, every time he was going to cum he wanted it as hard as I could give it, and this time was no exception. “Oh Fuck!” he whispered. “Yes! Harder.” He said louder. “Fuck! Come on! More!” he said, panting between words. “Fuck me Rick. Fuck me hard!” he begged. I obeyed. I pushed myself up to sitting position, and grabbed hold of his legs, pressing forward so his knees touched his chest.