“I tried being a vegetarian but didn’t make it. I like a good steak once in a while.”“To each, his own,” she said then added, “I grew up o... a farm and we ate meat, but when I was a teen decided I didn’t like the idea of eating an animal.”“I understand,” I said, “but maybe you can answer a question.”“What,” she asked, sipping her coffee, looking at me over the rim of her mug.“Well, I know that people who eat only vegetables are called vegetarians, but I can’t figure out why cannibals, who eat. “Do you want a huge cock to sit on?” He asks.“What would I do with a big cock, I’m only small,” I reply.“Let it fuck you deep and hard till it hurts you until you can take all of it. So it stretches your cunt so much you take weeks to recover.” Is his answer.I’m still unsure why my loving husband would want to let others fuck me, but I’m too much in the mood to argue,“Yes, I want a massive cock to sit on and hurt me. I want to cum on his cock and make his balls wet, I want to feel it so deep. But in this case, any recording, video or audio, will only show static and incomprehensible noise. My compatriots and myself are well protected in this case. But this is a small matter. I have called you today to see if we can come to some kind of mutual agreement. An accommodation so to speak.”“Go on.”“Well Colonel, you don’t mind if I call you colonel, do you? It was your rank after all. But during the trial you insisted on being called Captain Sheridan. I assure you, I am flexible. I’ll use. Nobody was looking when Fred slunk out of there; he stayed away from anything too hot until he'd recovered somewhat, then made sure he got two more nuts from strange pussies before the evening was out -- but the incident worked on him...Fred promised himself that he wouldn't get caught up with that kind of thing again, but he was pronging some bitch doggie at the next party when he looked up to find Brush Cut grinning at him from the door. The little bitch was selfish -- getting hers, then.