This caused her bathrobe that she had hurriedly thrown on to part and open up, the waist belt coming untied. Her head was back on the pillows and her...eyes shut, so she didn't notice or care that she had just exposed her naked pussy to her son. The son definitely noticed, however. "She must have been masturbating herself when I knocked." he thought to himself. "She's wide open and ready." "What did you want to talk to me about, Marcus?" she asked sleepily, still not opening her eyes. "Is. ”About thirty seconds later a new voice came on the line. “Special Agent Wittimer speaking. How can I help you?”“Special Agent, this is Carl Buckman. I don’t know if we’ve met before, but I am sure that President-Elect Bush will vouch that I am who I say I am.”“Yes, sir, we’ve met, and the Governor told me it was you. How can I help you, sir?” he asked.“It’s a matter of the lead agent assigned to me and my family. Can you have your supervisor call me on this number, so I can discuss it. They withdraw to her command car and leave the scouts to keep an eye on the enemy. While they examine the battle map prepared by her command support team from the UAV sensor reports and images she asks “Apart from a straight forward armoured assault, anyone got some bright ideas?”Colonel Masters, Commander of the Shukra mobile artillery, says, “A straight forward armoured assault is going to hurt real bad. The way they’ve dug in means we need to make direct hits with our best shells to destroy. ‘We just here to help you find you woman or women and land?!’ He grinned.‘Oh- no,no I didn’t mean it like that! I meant away from home, the family.. With you fine gentlemen!’ Robin attempted to dig himself out of his pit of words.‘It’s ok, Robin. I think our friend Luther was having you on!’ laughed Iverson. At thirty years old, Iverson was the oldest and most travelled of the group. He was looked up to as the leader and founder of the group, especially by the younger members, such as Robin.