Warm and sticky. Throughout he kept muttering, "Oh yes! Oh yes!"He then fell to the floor beside me, "Forgive me girl, but can you get the tissues fro... the bathroom?"A few minutes later I left, with a handsome tip in my hand.Nothing but happened until that afternoon. It was 3:30pm when I was asked to take a trolley full of cakes and tea to four business men having a meeting in one of the larger rooms.Opening the door I saw them sitting there. They all looked in their mid-thirties. One was bald;. '"Yes, sir?" he said, noncommittally, while eyeing the near naked breasts of the younger woman."We are here for the Christmas Party," said the man."Your invitation, sir?" he asked, not opening the gate.An invitation card was passed over, and when slipped into the document reader in the gatehouse it was accepted as genuine. That was a start, but the Master Gunnery Sergeant was still suspicious."If you would just step in here, sir, we need to check you for concealed weapons." No," came the firm,. A new elementary school had been erected near Horse Creek between Millen and adjacent Screven Counties. That was just another indicator of population growth.What if the plan had been to attack the new school? Was it meant to be the point of a mis-directed response to a terrorist attack? Maybe then the real attack would have gone in closer to the Savannah River and against one of the nuclear facilities. Or, maybe - against both of them.Dan ran that scenario through the back processes of his mind. The leader of this gang of men whipped out his pulsating cock. Of course it was huge! It wasn’t 8”, it was 8.5! To understand the thickness: it was as thick as a can of coke. So thick that A.’s jaw couldn’t cope as the man was thrusting his cock right down his throat without mercy. “Eat my fiendish cock, you fag!” was his way of saying thank you. A., now gagging and choking, couldn’t even cope at all. Clearly his mouth was not trained yet, clearly he wasn’t ready at all for what was to become.