She noticed me looking at it and said, "Do you want to suck on it?" She slapped my cheek with it and said, "Smell it. Does it smell like your wife's...pussy, or asshole? It should. Taste it and tell us what you think." She rubbed it on my lips, and I opened my mouth and immediately started sucking. Marcus smiled and said to my wife, "Damn, he is a faggot. Look at him sucking that thing." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my wife holding up her phone and taking a video. "All right,. He tried to swallow his terror as he prepared to take on the Swarm for the first time.Sergeant Viletti was far less eager, and far more cynical. He knew from first hand experience in battles against his fellow humans back on Earth that men, good men, could get killed by some green-as-grass officer becoming overly enthusiastic. Besides, he'd already had the privilege of taking on the Swarm, and would happily have postponed a second engagement indefinitely if it meant an indefinitely longer. As soon as she walked in heads turned and Alfred called her name, but she headed straight for her guardian who was talking with some of his circle of well-heeled society friends. She spared time and barged in, feeling what she had to say was far more imortant than what ever mindless chatter they were taking part in."Why was I not told about the mine?"Her guardian stared at her, his face flushing slightly. She knew that look. He was uncomfortable now. But not as uncomfortable as the men who had. The clatter of the alarm started the day once more, another hot one, not a cloud in the sky. Cyril his pack lunch and a couple of bottles of cold tea, set off for the distant fields, another contract, another big dusty field. Beryl as usual saw him away, a Cheshire cat smile on his face, as he set off, the cat he believed having got the cream. Beryl herself felt the same, she felt desirable, for once wanted, and by not one but by both her lusty men. She sat, a mug of tea in hand, watching the.