................Terry's Spring Break - A Wildcat's storyTerry Nelson woke slowly with a grin on his face. Mid-morning light wasshining through his bed...oom shades. He squinted and rubbed his eyes to getthe sleep out. He focused on the desktop clock. It was almost eleven a.m.I slept in on a Friday, he thought. How cool is that?Terry pulled the covers back up over his head. He wasn't in a hurry to getout of bed. He wanted to savor last night's experience again. He couldclose his eyes and still see. Myron, the helmsman, managed a nervous smile in reply. The captain turned back to his console and gave his reply in the same droning voice that the NASS operator had. "We are 'Free Lunch', freelance merchant, registered in Old Eurasia, ID: 791114SVE. We carry Terran cattle the New Amazonan government. We have license to conduct trade on New Amazona."The captain transmitted the message as well as an attachment with the trade licence. NASS' answer came just a few seconds later."Confirmed. You are. 'You'll be sorry for that youwhore!' she thought & smiled sweetly at the younger woman. She looked at Alsobbing uncontrollably & felt a great deal better; waved gaily at theBundys & drove off in her Mercedes. Later the Bundy's received a video tape in the mail with Marcigraciously showing them all over her 20 room mansion. The Bundy's werefascinated even though they thought 'Al's' wailing annoying. Enclosed was anote inviting Kelly & Bud to lunch Saturday. Lunch, they thought -especially Bud -. I could hear the hypnoticsuggestions in my mind. I began to suck and lick and do my level best tobe the best cock sucker she or was it really he had ever experienced. Iheard Mistress Kelly moan and begin to stroke in and out of my mouth evenfaster. She said. yes pet, yes pet, yes keep this up. After what seemedlike hours, she tensed and pushed oh so deep and then it began. Waveafter wave of spasms in her cock and a floodgate was open as jet of sweetcum gushed into my mouth and throat. I.