Our lives rocked along while we waited for the humans to land. There was no more communication with Earth after reception of the surrender order. We f...gured that there was just no point in doing that. The main thing we did was to survey the current surface of Wolf. All of the information that AI had dated from when the original inhabitants had lived here.AI had the robots build some drones that made a thorough photographic map of the surface of Wolf. We compared that to the old maps, and found. Because of my lies regarding my experience, he wasted no time in getting really rough on the blowjob, I gagged and gagged as he shoved his huge black meat deeper and deeper into my throat. Each time I pulled away from his cock, he would pull my hair and slap my face hard. It would turn me on, but also taught me not to pull away. The way he was using my face made me extremely horny and was the first time I was fully erect during my gay sex adventures. He spit in my mouth, smacked my ass, and. "Oh hi John, how are you?" she replied."Not bad," I returned. "How's you?" Bored," she replied."Can't have that," I chuckled. "No telling what mischief you might get up too, or might get up you." Oh I wish John," she replied with a lovely blush. "But hubby's home and might miss me." You could always wander up to that gap in the fence near the shed and see what can be seen there," I replied with a wink. "You can see your door from there, but no one can see all of you." Naughty man!" giggled. O.L.E. was ready for them.In Washington, D.C., another man was also making preparations this morning. He was of average height, average build, with no distinguishing scars or marks on his body, but his profession was anything but average. John Stevenson was the top hit man for the Medellin drug cartel, and he had a $2,500,000 contract to assassinate the new President of the United States, who was talking about possibly legalizing drugs, which, if carried out, would cost the cartel billions of.