I slurp up the excess slime and swallow it.His balls are pretty slimed up now. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum and start...squeezing as my palm wraps around his balls nice and tight. He lets out a moan, mostly pleasure. I squeeze a bit harder. Then he really moans, this time involuntarily.He starts pumping his cock deep down my throat. It was probably that skinny blond from the office. I think about him fucking her as he continues to fuck my mouth. I feel tears. It is an ugly plan and has no honor but, as far as I can tell no one here really care about honor to the enemy. Not today.With a surprising amount of professionalism Napoleon has us make our way to what he calls the staging site. We are less the a ½ mile out from the 5 mile marker. Right in the middle of what used to be a road. He has timed everything out so that the sun is just starting to come up when we get there.With a flick of his wrist he has the Boys go up into the big old trees that. He would tell me about my brothers, or about his work being a lawyer for the Indians. I would tell him how much I missed being outside and I tried to persuade him to take me for walks, but of course he wouldn't. Master barely let me out of bed for the first week, and I really was pretty sick then anyway.It seemed a long time before the doctor finally pronounced me healthy again, although he seemed somewhat doubtful. Not about my body, which he said was remarkable, but more over my mind, I. .” That was drawn out, pensive.Perhaps this would be a good place to explain that, while I function well enough at work, I’ve always been, well, shy, with the opposite gender. In fact Eileen was the first woman I’d ever spent any time with on anything approaching an intimate level. I didn’t even think of the possibility of sharing her bed, so when my usual bed-time approached, I said I was ready for bed, and did she want to go first in the bathroom? She smiled.“Go ahead. Sleep well. Breakfast.