. but she always tasted it before she subjected Big Al to the trials and tribulations that accompanied 'odd' dog food ... the runs, small vomit piles ...nd the like.The smell of the meaty tube wasn't terrible, it smelled pretty good. The more she sniffed the better it smelled ... her minor tremble shifted from a Richter magnitude scale of 1.2 (barely noticeable) to a 4.8 tremor (noticeable with aftershocks and broken pottery.) She gave it a lick...8.9. (earth shattering, leveling buildings,. I could feel the warts and moles sliding over my tongue as he inched it in deeper and deeper. My lips stretched until they hurt, to accommodate his girth.Once he had his penis fully buried in my mouth, I thought it was going to dislocate my jaw, but thankfully it wasn't long enough to gag me too much. My nose was buried in his scraggly gray pubic hair, making the stench even stronger.Ardy started sliding his penis in and out of my mouth, gaining speed with each thrust.“Mmmfff... Mmmfff.... Typically, after we would pray together for a while, I would undress, and then, as I stood in front of his desk, usually in silence; but that was not all there was to it, for as I stood there stroking my erection, Brother Dexter had set in front of me, near the very edge of the desk, a square of purple cloth, and on this was set a large, golden goblet, of the sort you often see used for Communion services in certain churches. So, as I stood there like that, Brother Dexter had explained that. Now let's find out what is going on, I said to myself and see if I can find someone to tell me where I was.About two hours later I came to the edge of a small clearing. I lay down behind a low bush took out my binoculars and started to scan the area. There was a low round wooden building with a thatch roof, one opening. The opening had a hide hanging to cover it. At one end was a low enclosure and I could see a couple of pigs. There was no smoke to day and on the roof I could see had a hole in.