"suck more then the head boy" he said in low voice that turned me on like crazy. I started to work it in my mouth but it was hard he was so damm thick... It went in and i pushed down feeling every vein pass my lips he was moaning loudly now and it was echoing in the large room. "Oh fuck yeah you little whore suck my cock YESSSSS!" he screamed this as he started to face fuck me hard. I was gagging and spit was coming out the corner of my mouth but he seemed to really like that as he thrusted his. "Still looking ready to be fucked, whiteboy. You got a nice body, inshape, well toned and real fuckable." His hand went to his crotch andmassaged the growing bulge in his boxers. "This is the piece of black meatthat's gonna do it to ya too, pussyboy. You like being a pussyboy for ablack stud like me?" "Yes, Sir." I replied. "Yes sir, what?" he demanded. He was going to make me say it. I knew there was no way around it."Yes, Sir, I like being a black man's pussyboy." He gave me another big grin. "However, you'd better get your dog handlers properly armed like the Guard Force men they will be operating with, but give them MP-5s rather than M-16s."Lisa and I were also going to the hotel to get a few hours of sleep before catching up with what the others had been doing. I quickly called Steve's cell to let him know what had been happening and that we would meet them for an early supper...STEVE – SeattleIt was a fine morning when we got up, and I was anxious to see that Dewey was properly. ”“Then we won’t detain you any longer.”I smiled and nodded at each in turn – no-one offered to shake hands – and left.As it was approaching lunchtime, I went back to Tranquillity bearing crusty bread, cheese, lettuce and tomato, plus a stack of vegetables; I fancied soup for supper. I was in the cabin building my baguette and heard steps on my boarding plank, then the foredeck. A familiar face peered in. “Hey, Skipper. Okay to visit?”“Sure! Come in. Sandwich?”She grinned. “Watcha got?”“Crusty.