He mayhave had longish blond hair and a moustache. I can't be sure, as thememory of him just keeps shifting, but like I said, I think I knew him.I jus... can't settle in on what he looked like or who he was.As for the guy who gassed me? I guess I didn't see him at all, but hewas damned strong - he jerked me back with no effort at all. I think hemay have been a jock, but I'm not sure. Whoever he was, he was a lotstronger than I am - or I guess that should be than I was. Then there was the car. It. Langebruck about the situation. In shortorder we left Cindy and Marta manning the CP at Gayle's and moved out inthree groups, The colonel and I headed to the mobile clinic to debriefour captives, while Tommy and Alex moved to secure the cul-de-saccontaining our homes and my boat. Carl, Eddy, and Dan set up a forwardobservation point under the bandbox at the Town Square. At the motor home that was dubbed the "Busch Mobile" we found a team ofTechies sitting silently in front of three nude. "Third: If you can't keep quiet, I've always got something to stuff in your mouth."He kept one hand tangled in my hair while he unzipped his fly. I was practically drooling as he pulled out his cock. I moved my head forward, mouth open.He laughed. "Eager, are we?"I made some sort of strangled noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine.He laughed again, darker this time. "You dirty little bitch."He pulled my head closer and I could feel the precum coat my lips just for a second before his dick. Whenever they chatted John always showed a real eagerness to be cuckolded and understood that fine women such as his wife deserved big, black dick. Subsequently, Raul had been most pleased to hear that the white husband had finally asked his wife if she would consider it. Even though she had said 'no' it was a big step and made him feel like he wasn't wasting his time. Giving up the wife often remained simple fantasy with many husbands.'Lol, I know Sir', John added, his mouth dry. 'Would love.