"I just said it wasn't your fault. We all do things wrong sometimes. Don't get upset."Poppy sniffed and rubbed her runny nose against his shirt. She f...lt awful. She'd never killed anything in all her fifteen years on this planet. She loved frogs as well, they were so cute, and she'd never harm one, let alone kill one.Fred began to worry when she didn't stop crying. What the hell should I do now? He thought to himself. First off, he'd better move the frog he realised. Poppy was staring at it. "He did as I instructed. He was heavy set, but not flabby and had a nice thick cock with a huge mushroom head. He had some body hair, but clearly shaved his cock and balls. He was so excited that he was already dripping some precum. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt, showing him my raging hardon and swimmer's abs. He reached down to stroke himself, but I stopped him, "No. You don't touch your cock unless I tell you. You don't get to cum until I let you, understand?" He nodded mutely. Riding the elevatordown, two men got in and I found that I was unable to tear my gaze awayfrom their groins. The guys got mad, and started calling me "faggot" andthreatening to kill me. But I didn't back down, and in a steady voice Iadmitted that I would like nothing better than to give them both a sluttyblow job right there in the elevator.Peters suggested to the men that perhaps a more private place would bemore appropriate. So we all hopped into a car and I ravenously suckedboth men off in. For the first time in thirty years, he hadn’t voted. He had not been in the least surprised to see that the combined vote of all the TaF candidates was barely one quarter of the vote that the winning Earth First candidate had polled in the previous local election, nor that the local turnout had been just 9%. It hadn’t mattered, virtually all the local councillors were now TaF, and the few that weren’t generally didn’t bother turning up to council meetings as bullying was rife and they were.