I quickly entered before he attracted someone's attention, shushing him, and shocked by this crazy behavior. Who answers the door nude? And why was he...speaking so loud. Was he trying to attract attention?"Shhh! Someone will hear you" I said in a stage whisper as I quickly brushed past him. I turned around as he pulled down his raised arm and shut the door. Did I see him wave at his neighbor across the street first before shutting the door? Surely not – he was nude!"Jake!" I was still. As the van picked up speed, she heard a voice come from loudspeakers somewhere above.?Welcome to the transport to SWAT’s training camp. We don’t welcome you as ladies, or women, or girls, or even as slaves, not even as shit. You are nothing, actually less than nothing. Not slaves, certainly, since a trained slave is a highly-prized possession, and you are not that. Not even shit, since compared to the lot of you, a stinky dog turd is a precious stone. By the way, there eight of you in this. Even at night when everyone was sleeping, Diego was still connected with the girl, because her pussy had trapped his cock, it didn’t let his cock go out for a couple of hours. Finally he was retired from her.The leader wanted to see if he could get more milk from the boys, so he put one next to each other and their sticky cocks were touching each other, suddenly the worms inside each boy started coming out of the urethra and connected in the air even when they were still connected to each boy’s. I played and they loved me for it. Night after night, town after town I made my way south toward this place. The Big Easy was calling to me in a way that a lover might. A soft sound, more a moan than words. I would hear it on the wind at night as I slept in a bus stop, under an overpass, or in some strange woman’s bed. Where ever I rested my head ‘It’ would call to me. It would call and I would answer it the next night with more songs. I played till I knew every tune cord perfect, then the guys.