“But, you’re Emma Watson! Is this some kind of a joke?”“No joke John! Emma is the one who suggested we do this scene for real! She was quite e...plicit!” Brian said.Holding out his hand to Emma, he said, “It’s a real pleasure to meet you Miss Watson!”“Likewise, I’m sure!” Emma replied, shaking his proffered hand.“And you must be Jack!” John said, extending his hand in John’s direction.“Yes sir!” Jack said. They shook hands.“You know, of course, you will be the luckiest man in the world soon?”. “Oh, fuck, yes…” he moans. “It’s been so long since anyone sucked my dick.” Hmmm…so his wife doesn’t do oral. I file that little tidbit away for another day. It helps my revenge plot to know what sexual tricks I can use to keep these men on a leash. Placing my lips tightly around the head of his cock, I run my tongue around the tip, then without warning I take him as deep as I can. Mark thrusts his hips forward, trying to go even deeper, and I have to pull back a little to keep from gagging. He. I had to switch off the American Desert Camouflage tee shirt, for a much large and slightly heavier plain red one. It hid the vest better and was longer to hide the pistol better as well. The .38 shoulder rig was replace with an ankle holster. I felt like a walking gun shop. I moved the stun gun to a back pocket in my jeans. That and the holster for the Glock 22 made my jeans want to fall off my skinny ass. I would have preferred the Colt .38 but the swamp dog wanted the Glock 22, so I put up. But I was ready. And I was eager. And I was going to take that fist up my ass! For the past few hours there had been a lot of sucking and rimming and fucking and cumming. But no one had yet been fisted. I was the first. Maybe not the last, but as the first, and everyone was gathered around, eager to eyeball every scorching detail. "I can't fuckin' believe what my eyes are seeing!" a slut gasped.And I could hardly believe what I was feeling as, with a wince and a gasp, I now felt his full hand.