Jutting my jaw out with belligerents that belies my delight at winning against Gunga Din."Are you hurt?" Nimrod asks as his concern doubles. He starts...to pass his hands over my body. I get tingles."No." I finally say to him, when I have enough breath back."Sit down, and eat." He leads me over to the table. It looks like they were going to start a meal and were waiting for me to get back.I sink gratefully into one of the chairs.They serve me something yummy tasting but I have no idea what it is. He pulled away a little until I said, "you know, you don't have to be a faggot to like pleasure. You don't even have to be bi. All you have to do is enjoy getting off." I squirted some extra lube on my hand as I massaged it in, pretending to stroke him, getting us both all sloppy. I inadvertently allowed some to splash on his ass and asshole as I kept my hands on his cock and balls.My wife was going crazy with his mouth and tongue giving her a good, wet bath. She was moaning, as was he. I began. The Judge was nodding also.The kids and volunteers were back at it when Peggy sat down. Peggy ate as she watched the mad house unfold before her, but they were having fun. Everyone had an important job. The cold concrete floor was being covered row by row. They had a beat which seemed to be in sync with her feeding a spoonful of food into her mouth. Every minute another row of carpet tile was laid. In ten minutes, they were fifteen feet further down the hallway. The Judge and John sat down near. "Need your help. It's Cleo." I panted a bit and he came to the bottom of the stairs and held my shoulders lightly waiting."Cleo was attacked or something. She's been beat up pretty bad. Dean's going there now. He said to bring a bag." Ok. Come on upstairs with me." He turned and walked up the stairs taking them two at a time. "Sit."I sat on the chair. Billy was gone in his room for what felt like 20 minutes. In reality it was less than five. He came back out he was dressed in jeans and a.