“Are you gay”, I asked somewhat timidly.“No, not really, but I have had, let’s say, some experience with men.”He moved closer, his now hard ...ock was less than a few inches from my mouth. I could open my mouth, and swallow him. Well, maybe that might be premature, but I could certainly suck on him. I turned away. ”N..N..no. Please.” I babbled “I can’t”“Yes you can. We’re alone. You know you want it, I know you want it. Just take it in your mouth”“No, not here, someone might catch us.”“Aaaahh.. "My head exploded. Jenaveve's hands moved on my dick as she took me back into her mouth.Fucking her? I was going to fuck a cheerleader!I lasted longer than either of us expected. I had just enough experience after Gianna and Barbie to realize (later) that Jenaveve's technique was more handjob than blowjob. She massaged my balls with one hand, jacked my dick with the other, and used her mouth on the head of my dick. No complaints though! My entire consciousness focused on Jenaveve's. Agent Waters had asked John if the FBI could use the van as a command vehicle and he agreed. About 20 minutes before 6 o'clock a car with two men in it pulled into the parking lot and stopped. The men in the car looked around and then pulled out of the lot and drove around the block. They returned to the parking lot a few minutes later. They sat in their car looking for anything suspicious. After several minutes they got out of their car and started to walk to the lone car in the parking lot.. She heard begging and whining in the distance, echoing through the courtyard as the slaves were punished and displayed. If she had not learned anything in her year here, she had learned that to be defiant or uncooperative would get you punished. Slaves were not allowed to complain or to voice any opinion about what they were ordered to do. They were strictly for the village inhabitants, the free souls who worked and lived here. Punishments could span the spectrum, from horrible to.