It was a big boat with lots of people to make it run, so there were plenty of people for me to talk with. I was going to be limited with the number of...interviews I could do before some kind of shit happened, so I needed Wilson's input. If I was correct in my assessment, there might be a way to trim the list. I continued to interview people randomly just to keep my cover intact.Since the Swamp Dog gun thugs were watching for the terrorist attack, I was free to pursue the fanatic, or lone gunman. Most of the trees on this side of the road were young and lacked the branches to hold up a tree house. I was beginning to wonder if we had missed it when Ashley grabbed my arm.I stopped. Ashley was pointing up into the branches of a large tree just to the right of our path. I looked up and realized that the leaves of the tree had kept me from noticing the large wood construction lying across the massive branches. We walked closer. The branches holding up the structure had to be almost two feet. And then the coach shifted the boy's hand to the coach's meat. "Have to keep each other hard, while we wait our turn, huh?"The white boy just nodded, his concentration once again on his buddy, who was fucking their English teacher. The two continued their mutual jackoff, while the black boy began seriously ramming home. "Let's help him." Huh?" The white boy stopped pumping the coach's meat and looked at him."What's the matter? Haven't you ever helped him get off when you were out fucking on. About the only thing I could do at this point was to stay where I was and just take everything he could give me, and I did so very willingly. It was then that I felt his cock twitching and dumping his load inside me. All I could do was moan in ecstasy from being so well fucked. As he popped his cock out of me he slide a very large plug into me barely allowing any of his cum to escape.I then felt him pulling me backwards via my leash. As he plopped backed down onto the couch I was sitting up.