"Oh yeah man, at the club." That I was hot, I really enjoyed it." It was good," he said, not the enthusiastic response Joe was looking for, but he did...seem preoccupied. They chatted for a few more minutes before he excused himself, heading to the direction where Craig was getting head.He followed and watched him stand next to Craig and suck his nipples while the white guy blew him. Standing next to Craig was another black guy, arm around his shoulder, pants unbuckled, talking with a few other. He told me to push my body back. I looked back at him with a concerned expression on my face. He told me it was just his cock and not to worry. I pushed a bit and felt the tip go into my asshole. It stretched me and felt strange...like it was going to hurt but didn't. He told me again to push back as he stood his ground firmly behind me. I pushed. I felt it go in deeper. "that's it, keep pushing, like a good little slut, take it all" he encouraged. The sensation was incredible, I wasn't. We even moved the shooting backstops to Camp Smith so they could help Jamie with the firearms training.Mid-morning I was called to my office for a SVOL conference call from Rochester. Abdul was with Kelly in the conference room.“I feel sure you already know Rashid is being deported. I wanted to tell you I am the leader, at least for now. You had said that we could let the artist post again when a leader was chosen.”“Yes, that is correct. The old agreement still stands, up Saturday morning, down. It was… oh my gosh… Marti! What were these two up to? They were both obviously a bit high, but not so out of it that they didn’t know what they wanted. Marti turned on a bedside lamp and flopped down on the love-seat at the foot of the bed, complaining that her feet hurt as she slipped out of her shoes. As Zorro approached, Marti’s face was level with his crotch and that was all it took. With a low animal growl, Marti tugged Zorro’s tights to his knees and pushed her face into his swollen.