A slow constant pressure forces the plug into Emily-Jane.I watch in fascination as her brown-tinged ring stretches ever wider to accept the intrusion....The brown tinge becomes a definite pink.Emily-Jane is taking long slow breaths between little whimpering shrieks. I take pity and scooping a large glob of stringy cum from my cunt lips I smear it around the metal phallus as the widest part of the head slips through the now bright pink ring.I expected her ring to ping shut in relief but it oh so. Oh, the occasional flurry of leave; then returned to being a Whitehouse Widow. I missed Ronald on his assignments; but I was also lonely and fed up to be honest.”She paused with a look of wry bitterness.“Or to speak quite plainly Margot. I became sex-starved!”Iris looks at me boldly,” Tell me Margot, has this life deprived you of sex?”I put down my glass; surprised at her candour. Yet suddenly I felt activated.“Why dam it Iris, Yes It has!” I declared wryly, “ I’ve been badly starved of sex!. However, the plan has a distinct tendency to go to shit as soon as you set foot through the door, but at least you know where you're going — if the informant didn't lie to you, or you didn't wind up, somehow, with the wrong building plans. Murphy. But a team that works together and becomes a whole, stands an excellent chance of overcoming "our friend." Improvise, adapt and overcome. Sometimes, with a well-bonded team, those three innocent-sounding words happen between one running step and the. I need him to be able to protect himself, and the drone can do that."I relaxed most of the morning; sleep didn't work too good last night. Just after lunch, I watched my drone get up use the bathroom and get some lunch. There was a bit of idle chat with the others in the room but nothing he couldn't handle. After he had lunch, I used him to check out the White House as quietly as I could. I found they had a generator running in a bunker not far away. There were several bunkers that withstood.