She then left the cigar in the slave's mouth, smoke curling out, whileshe continued. "So I talked to a black market surgeon in China whom I had heard ...f. He suggestedsimply removing the vocal chords and placing steel plates and screws in thejawbone to create a ratchet device to hold the mouth open, breaking the jawto open it wider than was normally possible. So as a result, my little #1 herehas no ability to communicate or make even a peep." The slave began to coughfrom breathing the acrid. I know the farmer likes it wet, so I intentionally slobber on it until the sides of my mouth foam with spit and bubbles.Every so often, he gives my throat a break, to which I use that opportunity to nibble on the sides of his cock or run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, making sure that it is clean. And soon enough, it is clean. All mud, sweat and oil removed, replaced with nothing but the slick shiny layer of my saliva that sparkles in the sunlight.But my work is not done. The. .. the list was in it. Daddy sputtered to a halt. He hung his head ... grabbed the list and started over.While daddy was checking tail feathers and flaps and sticking the tanks, Mr. Arthur quizzed me. Home, school, where I got my money, was I related to the fidgety fat kid or the really pretty girl on the big boat? When did I start my lessons with Ben ... the exact date ... not the month ... and was I aware of the big rule change coming for Private pilots?"Saint Johns." Michigan State." None of. They want to wander from couch, to chair, to bed, to the floor, continuously drenching me with their ever flowing squirt machines. They do make sex fun; messy, but fun.My two escorts were in the hotel gym watching me at seven. Loney and Scott came in while I was on the treadmill, and stretched before getting on two other treadmills. Andrew then came in and stretched before getting on the last available machine. Loney opened the conversation with, "I'm concerned about your image at home, Matt..