“Maktum, how long would it take to strangle this one?” asked the Emir.Maktum moved forwards slowly, eyeing up the other Security guard.“Perhaps ...ive minutes, Master, if I did not hurry.”The Emir turned back to the unfortunate embassy official, “Your choice.”The man fell to the floor in obeisance, “As the Master wishes.”“Good,” said the Emir cheering up, “And if it is done in the next twenty-four hours you can keep your job as well as your life.”Twenty-two hours later the aircraft of the Air. He noticed the end a few minutes before it came, it started as a tingle in his leg and it worked its way all his spine to his brain. With no other thoughts it festered there until it was ready to be birthed and Andrew sat up. There was a man standing not ten feet away dressed in a bright red suit. He had shoulder length black braids adorned with blades, claws and fangs. His eyes were blue, not a natural color but a bright electric blue that crackled slightly. ‘Hello.’ Andrew didn’t know what to. .”“Oh, that. First off, Joey…” How was I to explain? “Joey is a girl. Secondly, she’s not my girlfriend.”“But ‘she’ fucks you up your butt. At least according to ‘her,’ that is.” Gaby emphasized the “she” and “her” as though she didn’t believe me.“She did once. That’s it! But, whatever…”“I think it’s awesome. I’ve fucked a couple of guys up the butt before,” Gaby interrupted before I could continue. “No need to feel ashamed about it. Even if Joey really is a guy.” She gave me a sly. Arnold’s reclining bulk. A relieved Zuki followed behind ready to assist. Mr. Arnold reached between Zoey’s thighs and fingered her inner cunt lips. He found some moisture but worked to draw out more. Zoey’s body responded cooperatively. She was silently grateful for his initiative. The fluid flow would help ease the struggle to impale her pussy on Mr. Arnold’s erection. Her team-mate Zuki lent a hand as the freshly lubed Zoey swung her leg across Mr. Arnold and rested her petite ass on his.