“So we’ve seen a lot of stuff going down? Wonder if a Foxtrot-class sub can get as deep as I can with my throat?”“Silly person. Come here and ...e a submarine in front of me.” She hooted at that, but walked to me with an exaggerated hip-swinging gait, emphasized by her flaring short skirt, sat on the floor, not especially submissively, opened my pants, and indeed went down on me. The skirt rose to reveal stocking tops and a bit of bare pussy, an erotic sight in and of itself.The pleasure made it. I have been irresponsible with my finances.This led me to steal. I am sorry God. I do not have any means to repaythe money that I stole. Please help me."At once a bright light appeared in the room. A huge, fierce man appearedin front of him. He had a flaming sword and spoke with a voice ofauthority.Ken was scared. He was hoping that he was having a nightmare. The mansaid in fierce deep voice, "Ken this is no nightmare. God has heard yourprayer and He sent me to help you."Trembling Ken asked,. (at least his motorcycle was) I went and sat down and about ten minutes later the German guy came over and just nodded his head to one side to indicate I should go with him. Well, little lamb me just followed and ended up back in the cubicle with a huge German cock demanding attention ( both he and it were beautiful). What else could I do? He shot a huge amount into my mouth and made me cough, but I swallowed as much as I could. It was a bit of a surprise when he sat on the toilet and started. “Switch again if you can.”If we can? Of course, we could. We’d practised our routine in an accurately proportioned cardboard MRI mock-up, with minions present for timing purposes. We practised a lot. The minions never complained.Prompted by Edmund, I slithered into position three: cowgirl. Squished flat, I fed his cock into my pussy and while Prince warbled to the funky beat of Sexy MF, our finale began.Now, I don’t know if it was the thrill of a larger crowd, the presence of cameras, or.