I felt myself get wet.“How am I going to train you?” he mumbled and circled around me.I said, “How about you train me to please you?”“Hmm,�... he said. “Will you do as I say?”“Of course.”He told me to kneel and began racing to take off his clothes.“I'm going to train you to handle this,” he said, pulling out a beautiful veiny black cock.I didn’t hesitate to suck it as if my life depended on it.He held the back of my head and the ritual began: “Good girl, suck that dick.”Oh, I did and I was so. The bowl is droppedin front of me and I stare at the contents.Scraps of salad, must be my wife's, a small piece of enchilada must havebeen Mr. Torres'. A small mix of rice, half eaten chips, refried beans,salsa, guacamole, and sour cream all thrown carelessly together. My wifesenses my trepidation and presses the back of my head down with her foot.Although it's quite common, and even a bit of a turn on for me to eat mywife's masticated food, this is far worse than anything my wife has mademe. Jim looked on as his belt mark reddened and rose slightly across her tit. He was rock hard at seeing what he could do when he really swung. Before returning to her cunt he made sure to turn her tits into red ripple covered mounds. Satisfied with the fact she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra without wincing he returned to Antoinette’s snatch. None of his previous swings were still visible but with his new sense of power he laid into her pussy. Around the fifth swing he was getting worried she was. "But it never even occurred to me to screen SES officers. It just slipped right through the cracks!"Both Heisinger and Meiersdottir tried to console him. "They probably wouldn't have caught it anyway," his grandmother told him. "From what little he said I gather he was a last-minute convert, some of the more persuasive anti-Rescue people paying him a visit after he'd already been selected and giving him a huge con job."The young man shook his head vigorously. "We could have tried. That.