I feel warm cum runningdown my leg and hear some comments like "look, it's not closing any more"and "who's next?", then some cheers and applause, and,...as I greedily gulpthe air with my tormentor's cock still touching the back of my throat, Ifeel the new presence behind me and something touches my gaping hole - andthat something is HUGE! I hear a laugh above me and the voice of mytorturer: "boy, if you hate me, wait 'till this guy is done with you!" Ihear "Wait, wait, let me get her face, c'mon. He lowers his lips to your bare shoulder, tracing heat and wetness in their wake.His nostrils flare, and you imagine he can smell the scent of your arousal. His lips meet yours again, no longer teasing but taking your mouth and your tongue with a savage urgency. Your nipples are tight points of flame against his chest and you can feel the strength of his arousal under your thigh. Enough fucking subtlety, you think and you whisper huskily into his ear, “I’m ready.”He takes your mouth again with. “Agathon,” he said, deciding to dole out the news so that she had to put up with him for the longest possible time. It was a special treat annoying his older sister. Her face showed surprise, and expectancy. He knew he had her attention, mentioning the name of her vile husband. “What about Agathon?” she said. He knew what she was thinking. She hated her husband as much as Younos hated her husband. The guy was a drunkard, and abused her, and took all her money. She would do anything to get rid. He walked through the dark hallways to the lab knowing all the turns from memory. The door to the control booth beeped and opened smoothly.He slowed down when he noticed the glow of light from the control workstation. He was sure he’d turned it off last night. Jenkins quickly looked around for any other disturbances. His chair was shoved aside instead of tucked in neatly under the desk. Someone had been in here.He sat down carefully, his new bulk overfilling the seat, and looked at the screen,.