We never spoke as I busied myself, hooking his cock out with my finger then my hand and taking him into my mouth, where I gently sucked on him and use... my tongue feverously whishing around inside my mouth, washing his glans as if it were inside a washing machine full of saliva, all the time my head bobbing up and down as I head fucked him. His semen was weakened with age, more seminal fluid, and slightly less salty, but I swallowed his load, as a token of respect for the elderly man in my. I had no intention of killing anyone unnecessarily, but I was damned if I was going to release any predators into my area. I talked to the men individually and found most of them were just ordinary men who had gotten caught up in the Baron's schemes by being held in the same prison complex when the sickness hit. Fear of reprisals from the Baron and his close followers rather than loyalty had kept them with him.They were the survivors from a prison population of over three thousand mostly. The ratio of men to women is low enough that even with polygamy being the norm, the number of women who want male companionship and can’t get it is almost as large as the total number of men on the planet.”“Think about this.” Matt said. “He’s in his shop with a dozen or so female customers around. One of them starts harassing him and offering to ‘convert’ him, and she isn’t going to take no for an answer. The other women notice what’s happening and several other woman try butting in. All of a. “When I open the faucet, concentrate on the sound of the flowing water,” he informed me.Magically, a short while later my piss began to flow freely. As my bladder continued emptying, I heard Tully walk toward me before once more taking up station next to me. When I opened my eyes I saw him once more dispelling the last of his piss.Once we were both done, Tully turned to face me as he commenced massaging the excess moisture out of his hood. My mouth was so dry with lust that I couldn’t utter a.