I looked at the headline.
DOLLAR IN FREE-FALL: NATION IS BANKRUPT.
And I smiled sadly, having anticipated this very scenario and made plans for it. The administration, which had bungled every single thing it tried to handle (is there a term for the opposite of the Midas touch?), had ignored advice from people who knew what they were doing and had shoved the economy over the cliff edge. In the past three weeks, the exchange rate had gone from 1.25 US dollars = 1 Euro to 2,500,000,000 US dollars = 1 Euro. Remember what happened to the value of the German deutsche mark when the French strangled the economy of the Weimar Republic in the early 1920's? Now imaging speeding that process up by about 30 times.
Having suspected this would happen from the moment they took office -- and only being surprised that it took until year 4 for their incompetence to kill the economy -- I had purchased a small island off of still-thriving Europe, built the necessary facilities to make the island completely self-sufficient, brought about 2,000 people I really liked over (my only regret was that I couldn't rescue 2 million), and converted my remaining financial resources into Euros, divesting myself completely of any holdings in dollars or any stock in companies either in the US or reliant upon the US.
I ran the island almost like an ancient feudal fief, except that I ruled it with love and caring rather than fear and oppression. I did ask for the occasional small favor in return, but never anything unreasonable.
At 85, my sex life was nonexistent (I refused on principle to use the "little blue pill" to give me hard-ons), but I still liked to watch every now and again. Tonight I had invited Jim and Brenda to spend the night in the luxury of the mansion's best guest bedroom, while I observed from the master bedroom through the internal internet (none of this stuff ever went into the cloud or onto porn sites.)
Jim was a tall, toned man in his early 30's with a face described as "ruggedly handsome" and short brown hair. He was an expert at growing food crops. Brenda, his girlfriend, was in her late 20's and highly skilled at converting crops into edible food. She was of average height, also toned, with decently sized breasts that fit her frame (not all women are built to handle having F cups, and if Brenda had beach-ball-sized breasts she'd be constantly falling on her face and have massive back problems), a pleasantly curvy butt and shoulder-length wavy red hair.
The two of them each vanished briefly into the bathroom (the cameras only covered the bedroom), returned, and then stripped. They climbed onto the large, comfortable bed and shared a gentle kiss.
The super-sensitive microphones picked up every word.
"I love your kisses, Brenda."
"Flatterer. I love you too, Jim."
Jim kissed Brenda's neck, taking his time. She made soft little sounds of appreciation. When he teasingly nibbled her ear lobe, she giggled.
He then moved his lips slowly towards her chest. The redhead pressed her body against him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Mmmmmm."
Jim's face proceeded through Brenda's cleavage. I zoomed in with the camera and could see his tongue tracing its way between her orbs.
"That feels wonderful," Brenda purred.
Jim wordlessly shifted his head slightly and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Brenda let out a slight gasp. She must really like what he was doing. His hand cupped her other breast and I could observe him rolling that nipple between his fingertips.
Brenda held Jim against her more tightly and wrapped her legs around him. Jim switched the position of his mouth and his hand, and Brenda moaned. She was now trembling slightly.
"You know very well I want that tongue somewhere else."
"Yes, but I do so love sucking your breasts."
Brenda unlocked her body from Jim's grip and pushed him onto his back. She was the dominant partner in the relationship.
"I know, hon. You'll get a chance later."
With that, Brenda pivoted her body around and pressed her pussy onto Jim's face. She leaned forward and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth. By the time she bobbed her head up and down five times, it was fully hard.
I adjusted the cameras to get a close-up of Brenda's box on Jim's mouth. Her lovely ass took up a lot of the screen. His tongue wasn't actually visible, but the way she ground against him and the sounds she made (muffled a bit by his rod in her mouth) were enough to make it clear that he was pleasing her.
I shifted the view back to Brenda sucking Jim's cock. It was much easier to get a good look at that. When her lips were closed, you could see her mouth slip up and down, going from taking him just about all the way in to having just the tip inside. She also sometimes popped his cock free long enough to lick up and down the shaft.
