R1 moved into cosmic space without incident except for strange noises emanating from a rolled up carpet. Once into cosmic space McCock had everyone mo...e to the accommodation on R1. Sir Henry moved among the group debriefing their after action reports. R1 moved down the layers to enter Gorgipest Harbour, joined to "Trader's" No 5 hatch, disgorged McCock and his staff and then stood off to the Ferguson Yards.This time, however, the bodyguards were loaded down with what the females couldn't carry;. "Are there any other questions?" Hearing none I close this clan meeting."Pap and I moved back to the porch with our drinks. I knew that this was not the end of the meetings, but it gave them something to think about."Calm before the storm I'm thinkin'." That it is Pap. But it isn't going to be their way this time."The Trips showed up and Lana came to sit on my lap. "Pap, he looks no better tonight than he did yesterday. What did you do to make him look so tired? I think his nurses are just. I slowly tried to get the head into my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide, as the head went inside. I just held it there, and licked the head. My hands were still stroking the shaft. He must have been really excited, for I felt his dick stiffen, and get bigger, if that is possible. All of a sudden, his hand was on the back of my head and pushing me forward. Then, his dick started to spurt gobs of cum into my mouth and down my throat. He was drowning me! I was drowning in cum and couldn’t get. Bulldog wouldn’t have allowed it, wouldn’t have let his mayor anywhere near this cretin.Odd.I’d been hyper alert to my surroundings during a brief period when a certain Gunner Gunther was believed to be in KC. Planning to kill me. I’d retained much of that peripheral awareness ever since. And I’d spotted a silhouette of a guy in a cowboy hat. Three different times. Three different locations in the city, although he was two or three car lengths behind me each time.This evening I was driving home.