After some time, I felt that somebody was sitting close to my legs. When I removed my blanket, I saw a young lady sitting near my legs and playing wit... her mobile.The lady of this story is “Mini” (name changed), wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I guess she was around 25 years of age. She was very fair, slim but had healthy curves, black hairs tied with clutter, and a tattoo on her forearm. I was stunned to see the beauty. I woke up and asked her, “Do you need any help?”Mini: My ticket is. Think of it. You've got this nation by the balls. You've had mine for almost thirty years. Since you walked into my life, I've never wanted anyone else." What does that have to do with it?" she put her hand on Walter again and started squeezing it."I'd never say this unless I truly believed you couldn't do this. I believe our founding fathers made a mistake. Not having a set of balls shouldn't be a reason for eliminating a person." Well this pussy is not for sale for whatever reason. Only. Richard got up and went to his bar and refilled his glass from his bottle of sixty year old scotch. At 300 credits a bottle it was supposed to be the best scotch from old earth, and as far as he was concerned, it was. Just as he was bringing the glass up for a drink the video monitor chimed.Sighing, he put his glass down and went over to it. He had told his secretary not to let anything short of the invasion of the empire get through to him this evening. He had been going 18 hours a day since. I nervously wrapped my fingers around it and pulled his foreskin back. His helmet was wet too. I looked at him curiously."See, it's natural and it's not piss!" he smiled. "Now lay back and let me show you what a hand can do". I did as he said. His fingers ran over my cock which was throbbing like mad. His large hand made my prick seem even smaller, but he was encouraging "Nice size cock for a lad" he said.He gripped my cock lightly and started to wank me with one hand whilst he did the same to.