"Jeff stood and said to the General. "I imagine you and I need to talk. We can get a cup of coffee and sit in the kitchen, or the living room, or we c...n use one of the conference rooms, if you want to be a little more formal."Whitworth glanced toward the door to the bedroom he had just left. Jeff cleared his throat. "Sir, my wives will take care of her. Let's just go have a cup of coffee. Respectfully, Sir, you look like shit."The General gave a morbid-sounding chuckle. "Thanks, Colonel. That's. She had planned perfectly, filled me, warmed the bath, got me in this position and now, God it was amazing, the very thought, wow! Well if that’s what she wanted, but my sexual muscles were tight, this was beyond what my mind would allow, my stiffy, not letting it run…I strained, grunted, became desperate, oh how I wanted to empty that overfilled painful bladder, how I wanted to give her the fill she so wanted. But nothing flowed. She grinned, then whispered in my ear “stop trying it will. "I guess I should get the rest of the dinner ready," I said while reaching for my clothes. "Not so fast," Matt said between breaths. "It's still hard," Matt said while sitting up on the couch as I sat up right next to him. "Suck it," Matt demanded. I don't know why I listened, but I found myself down between his legs licking the head of his swollen mushroom head.Just as I was grabbing his balls to start going down, the phone rang. "I'll get it, you keep doing what you're doing," Matt said. We stayed in the wagon and scrunched down as much as we could, hoping to ride the wagon to wherever the gold was being stored. If we were lucky, we could then call in some help from our own timeline and hijack a lot of stolen gold, and maybe even some other stuff.The mob of people, except for the wagon drivers and a couple of other men, filed out of the room. That's when the floor started to move. The floor slowly dropped about 60 feet to a level where there was a large section of wall missing..