“Oh, yes, ever since I was 9 or 10, but I was afraid to try anything,” Katy told me. “You know, adults are so…” “Stuffy!” I said, finis...ing her sentence.She laughed, as she stooped down in front of me. I held onto the edge of the workbench, as she pulled my shorts off, and lined my cock up to her mouth. She planted gentle kisses up and down my quivering shaft, and ran her hot tongue around the knob, looking up at me with those doe eyes of hers. She reached her head further under my legs and. " I stand straight and do not move.She comes over to me and starts walking in circles around me. She pauses when she is behind me. Suddenly I feel her touch on my ass and I flinched a little. "You have a nice ass Slave. I will enjoy whipping it." I didn't say anything due to my shock. Her touch increases and she puts both hands on my ass. She begins to knead the checks increasing the pressure until it is strong squeezes.I am beginning to enjoy it when she suddenly stops and says "Now let's see. We just hung out at the house the rest of the day. It was business as usual. Lisa didn't even bring up the night before, except to thank me for a nice getaway. There was no mention of giant black cocks or anything else. I am not sure what I expected but it seemed like it truly was no big deal to her.We got ready for church the next morning. It had been a few months since we had gone. I am not religious but living in a small town it is somewhat expected of you. I always liked that it gave Lisa a. It went immediately to voicemail. Unusual, but not alarming, but still.A few minutes later his phone dinged and he looked at it, thinking that Jane was texting him. They didn’t usually text each other, but they were getting more used to it. Sort of like Yahell messenger or AIM, but on a phone.He sat straight up. It was only one word and it wasn’t from Jane’s phone, it was from Cindy’s:TankersThat could only mean one thing: The Tankers had finally gotten to at least one of his Circle, and it was.