He placed it into my hand. My mind frantically thought back to Miss Ludy’s sex ed lessons. I tore open the packet, trying not to giggle at the almos... slimy feel of it. ‘Hey, a cock’s no different to a banana really!’ I thought. With an air of (fake) confidence, I slid the pale condom onto his penis. It was warm, throbbing oh so slightly. I lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. Scott wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing me, one hand moistening his protected cock with my juices. It. They had several pieces of furniture in their living room yet the long sofa directly in front of the television was the favorite for both of us. We'd usually begin watching TV from the opposite ends but would end up rearranging ourselves so that sometimes I would use her feet as a kind of pillow or she'd make popcorn and we’d share the bowl in the center of the couch. On the Wednesday night that would change my life, we downed 3 glasses of Mos**to while playing a game of checkers and catching. She pressed my nose into her soft folds."Whatever becomes of you, you'll always remember my scent. Now you kneel at the window and await our guests." As per my first day I knelt obediently at the window to witness the arrival of the women, many of whom I now knew intimately. As the women began to arrive, my cock dribbled in the cage, and my anus clenched at the tight butt-plug with a renewed fear. The thought and excitement of seeing so many dominant women made me yearn for humiliation, and. I just couldn't come up with a better one."Unless they were complete idiots, they were going to guess that the chief had gone over, but that didn't matter to my plan. If they killed him, that was fine with me, if they chose to turn him back, that was okay as well. We already had what we wanted, intelligence. We had sent the GBI enough information to start a wide ranging investigation. It was mostly what questions to ask, and of whom to ask them, but it was a starting place. It was probably more.