Reluctantly, I pop a bite into my mouth. It's surprisingly good. I don't recognize the taste.Megan looks at her plate dejectedly. "Do... Umm... D... you have any vegetables?"The guy who handed her the plate looks at her like she's got two heads. "Maybe. Why the fuck does it matter?" I'm, umm... A vegan. I don't eat meat."The guys both laugh at her. "That's what you're getting. Either eat it, or eat nothing." They continue to stand there, watching us, as Megan very reluctantly takes a. "You're very kind! And would my masters allow me to return the favor?" We hadn't thought of that, but in keeping with our "anything goes" rule, we both agreed.Later that evening, Julie looked at me and said "I have to piss. It's your turn, big boy!" She took my hand and led me to a spot a little away from the camp, and asked me to lay down, face up. She straddled me, and in the light of the fire I could see her parting her hairy lips and wondered where she was going to aim. My question. There is also the issue of the new hatch coming and the role of the self-named Gatekeepers. Just that one point alone raises several questions: What gates? To where? One way transit, or two way?, etc. If the answer should turn out to be two way transit, that raises the question of distance limits. As you can all see by this brief synopsis, we have a heck of a lot answers to hunt down."Ella chimed in with, "Mike, do you think that the Human race is ready for this kind of leap? I mean, we can't. There was no urgency and his infiltration was slow and extremely comfortable. Most guys lacked technique when entering one’s backside and even underendowed men often hurt you as they hastily penetrated your arse. Cliff, however, was one of the rare breed who understood the importance of doing so cautiously and comfortably. His infiltration was seamless and effortless. After what I surmised was a smallish dick-head, as he surged forward and began to prize me open, I was in no doubt that his.