Having butterflies in his stomach was the least of his problems. They'd all decided to start a mosh pit in there, or at least that's what it felt like...to the boy.The previous evening he'd spent a good hour in the shower, scrubbing grass stains off his knees and invisible dirt off his skin. He'd felt awful once the afterglow had passed, leaving him cold and confused and feeling violated. His parents hadn't missed the dullness of him, asked him how his day at college had been. Those questions he. How could she do that if — at some level — she really loved me? It went on for several months, with him calling her every other weekend, when he came around to service the account. And to service my wife. My heart got broken again every time. To add more indignity, she would come home and insist that I use my mouth on her. Gerta’s pussy would be slimed with her lover’s cream. It made me sick to my stomach but I wasn’t confident enough to confront her about her infidelity. I had been turned into. It wasn't long before he began to speak."Well, given the difference between technologies, and the effective defenses we have shown against them in the recent past, I would be inclined to perform a feint. This planet, Gilmer, looks like it would be the perfect spot for a feint. It's directly in line between their staging area and Prime."I would drop a large enough force here, to cause the enemy to commit a large force to this section. Hell, if the other side didn't know I was coming, I would. He replied,"I'm here to speak with Dylan". "He's not here right now", "is there anything I can help you with"?"I thought you'd never ask", he said breathlessly as he closed the distance between us and we embraced passionately. He leaned down and claimed my mouth with his. A hot searing kiss that bruised my lips in a delicious way.I took his hand and led him upstairs to my dungeon. A spare room we had converted to acomodate a St. Andrews cross, and a massage table. I led him into the dimly lit.