Muffled voices. Footsteps. Two pair? Three? Movement around me. Other noises. Then quiet. A cough. A male cough. Thank God for the brandy! I felt am...zingly comfortable considering I was sitting blindfolded in front of total stranger(s) in my own home. Good evening, Peter. Its a pleasure to meet you, although these are somewhat interesting circumstances. My name is William. His voice was very deep. It had that self-assured quality I associate with my peers who have, and are used to wielding,. I said anything ranging from a simple word to a naughty one. She didn’t reply..Later she texted, and asked, did I find her attractive..? I said yes..she asked, if you had to write a naughty one liner to me, what would u have written? I said- I would have written that ” I wish it was real” .. She asked, what do u wish was real..n then she started to get curious..I said..I wish that my lips on yours were for real..and she went silent again..I said, there are many more wishes, but I guess you. I built him a pretty nice bedding area in the corner of our shed but he just tore it all up the first night he was kept outside and then broke broke through the shed door. Mom told me to take him down to Mr Clarks place and ask for some advice. So Saturday morning me and Blackfoot walked the two miles over to the Clark place and knocked at the door. Mr Clark was a older man in his 60’s and he lived here alone since his wife had passed away. He came outside and we talked on the porch. Suddenly, I hear the girl yell at me in an excited voice “knew it, you’re a fucking slut for superior bug cock!” and I just continued without hesitation. then there was a weird silence between us and all I could hear was the slurping sounds of me sucking the bug’s dick.“umm…” I quietly hear the little girl mumble‘awkward’ I think sarcastically imagining the bug queen as a little girl blushing.“stop it bitch, humans are not supposed to like getting raped especially by bug dick” she yells at me.