Jake had dry orgasms as he moaned in relief. He blushed at the thought that James had scrambled his brain.“James, you truly have an insatiable hunge... for sucking cocks!” giggled Garima.As James pulled his lips off of Jake’s cock, both guys let out a groan. Then James looked up at Jake and murmured, “Thank you, daddy. I love your cock in my mouth!”Nuzla and Garima were rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically. They both had tears in their eyes as they tried to catch their breath. The hilarity. At least they would be out of the barbed wire and mud. The first wing - A wing - was one hundred and fifty cells.The Matamoros utility crews would have the water and sewer hooked up by then. The sewage pumping station was sitting on a trailer waiting for them to place it. The power from the state-run power system would be hooked in a couple days.The march on the pipeline from Tampico to Puerto Vallarta was going slower than expected. The terrain was rougher and there were the most taps we had. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms, pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while a thousand shades of green provides a visual backdrop formed by an endless succession of bushes, trees, brambles and shrubs lining the river bank. Beyond the banks lays miles of hills and forests, without any sign of civilization’s lines and angles. The warm afternoon. ————– ———————— ‘So, you haven’t been feeling particularly apathetic lately? Have you been taking your medicine regularly?’ ‘No and yes, respectively,’ Torrie responded. She was having a conversation with her psychiatrist regarding her mental state. It had been five months since she had succumbed to an unusual type of depression that had almost gotten her killed. She had met with Dr. Smythe a number of times, but none as odd as this. Torrie was a sexual submissive, obeying the every whim of her.