He thought that day was coming when they stopped putting the railroad man in his carriage for all the long trips. He knew it was coming but he didn't ...xpect it to happen so fast."No Washing!" No trainman!" No more trips!"In Cecil's mind that was the entire story. It sure did look like his Caboose riding days were coming to an end. He did his best to make the best of it trying not to think about the happy days when he was rolling down the track going lickety split just like the wind through the. I gave one last glance at my concubines. They watched with stoic poise. I knew then, even if we weren't bound by the Zimmah ritual, they would commit suicide to join me in death. One of Mark's bodyguard's strode up. Mark took her sidearm and placed its barrel against my forehead.Shame filled me.I was not strong enough to save Japan.The gun barked.I was falling, falling, falling.Into darkness.And then into fire.My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same. I feel her push hard into me. Trying to get her tongue as deep into me as she possibly could. His breathing increases as does the speed of his thrusts. A slight pause, then the short forceful thrusts. He shooting directly down my throat. He pulls back, cum still flowing from his cock. I finally taste him and realize my reward. He relaxed, leaving his cock in my mouth, as he watches his wife eat me. I turned my concentration to her efforts. I think she was getting tried but I was getting close.. “My dates are usually throwing beer bottles at me by now, Aless! I think we’re doing just fine. How many dates have you been on, anyway? If I can ask that.”Her blush deepened. “I wish I had your ID, right now. I’d order an effing Margarita.”Matt offered the glass of O’Doul’s, which she declined. She drank like a fish with her friend’s but thought remaining lawful tonight was a good idea. Until he took her home, and they were alone in the apartment, at least.She paused, a bite of salad halfway.