No, not dirt -sand. And there was a rhythmic noise. He felt drowsy and nothing wasfamiliar. He didn't feel confused or alarmed. In fact he didn't feel...uch of anything at all.He lifted his head and took in a number of sensations. He was out doorsand it was bright. He was wet, thoroughly wet. The beige wall wasn't awall; it was the side of a suitcase.He sat up and looked around. He had been flying and there had been astorm, but what he saw didn't fit that memory. The sky was clear and hewas alone. . Fuck..." Mr. Reiser breathed, stroking my head as I swallowed and worked my mouth around his cock. I'd made a mess, being unprepared for his orgasm, much of my Master's creamy load spilled from my mouth and stained his trousers.In the ring beneath us, Tom Henry moaned as he found his own orgasm, ejaculating into Jericho's rectum for the pleasure of the crowd as well as his own. He pulled his cock free slowly, slapping the heavy black muscle against his defeated opponent's ass with loud, wet. “I cannot answer that question because I believe it falls under executive privilege,” I said.Then they changed tactics to questions that only required yes or no, trying to trap me. It didn’t work.Finally they gave up and went through the report and asked general questions related to the meat of the investigation. By lunch time they had run out of questions related to the planned Harrisburg terror attack. Then they started asking just general questions about where we stood on stopping. I walked out of the house.What part of town was I in? Was I even still in North Carolina? I waded through the tall grass to the driveway, and took a look around. Many of the houses were old and dilapidated. Two were abandoned, not counting the one that I had just abandoned. The street had a deserted, weekday morning look. I made it to the sidewalk and started uphill, being careful not to trip over the numerous cracks and gaps in the sidewalk.Someone was shouting in my direction. "Dat's right!.