How could Mark know he hadn’t meant it? He felt a bit cheated out of a small victory. Maybe he didn’t deserve it, after all.“Here you go, boss,�...� Mark handed him a cup.He was still frowning when he reached for the sugar bowl. His assistant stopped him.“I’ve already added two cubes,” Mark said.He exhaled and looked at the young man.“You really did your homework, didn’t you?” he smiled.It was sort of nice to have someone tend to your needs and even know how you liked your coffee. Well, it was. I knew by past experience, and backed up now by tell-tale sounds above me, that He was opening His massive thighs wider still in an effort to allow the hefty bulk of Male Meat that He had hanging down between His legs to pour forward into gravity, and find some semblance of comfort.“Breath in. Deeply.” Each word was enunciated with the pure masculinity of the speaker. “Breath...and exhale. Again...again...again. Now, breath in; but this time when you exhale, do so fully. Exhale so completely. She started on the outside rubbing around and around and working to the middle ending at the nipples. Oh my gosh, I had no idea how good this could feel and she seemed to massage there for a while, although I have to admit I didn’t really want that feeling to stop. But finally she moved lower onto my tummy and worked deep into the muscles right below my ribs, then onto my tummy and down to my belly button. She worked the oil in there even into my belly button swirling through it with her. They did the same thing as their friends. They both ejaculated, then fell to the ground dead. Gemma was still stuck on all fours. Green globs of sticky worm cum dripping out of her ass and pussy. She could hear movement from behind her. She bent her head down trying to see what it was that was making the sound. From the dark forest floor, she saw a bright red tube like tentacle slither it's way towards her. Then she saw another right behind the first. As they passed her feet, they began to.