Rumors of war, and of something more shameful than war. Taking the provisions of another village rather than hunting and gathering your own, that is t...uly shameful. Killing people who speak out against this, and taking people captive, to use them against their will, are even more shameful acts. My first thought, as we were listening today, was that I was happy that it wasn't being done anywhere nearer to us. That thought was shameful as well. From what we are being told, it sounds like all of. Again what the fuck was going on? As my breathing slowed my mind cleared. Caleb was pimping me out and watching me get mauled. I needed to flip the script.I was getting turned by the attention and sex play, but it was time that I started to make my own choices. I returned to the theater and stood in the back. I saw that three rows in front of the boys were two guys, men really, who appeared to be college-age and probably home for the weekend. They were not entirely hot, but they didn't. "It's his fantasy or yours?" I looked her over. Shehad jet black hair cut into a long pageboy. I noticed her footwearimmediately. My wife called them sitting down heels. The heels were veryhigh; I was guessing four inches. The boots were shiny back leather andwere very high disappearing under her tailored white operator's coat. Shewas gorgeous looking with dark lashes and blue eyes. Her figure wasamazing.My wife looked her in the eye. "It's his fantasy, but I don't mind."The operator nodded.. Asif she knew my wildest of dreams, she dropped to her knees and separated my bluetowel swallowing my thick but soft black dick. She sucked andengulfed me. My manhood hardening with each lap of her tongue and ebony shaftgetting engorged, thicker and wetter with each thrust into her hot mouth. Shegrabbed with both hands my now fully erect dick and stroked and sucked like achamp. Like a dream, the moment was hot and the night muggy air passed slowlyover our heat wet and hot wet bodies. She gagged.