I kept myself covered with the blue robe, and Kevin mumbled a curse of discontent. Stage shy was not my middle name, but I figured I was going to give...him the least I could for fifty bucks. I found Barney shoved under a pillow and showed Kevin so he could tell this was the real deal. LET’S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH, I thought splitting open the robe from my hips down. Kevin leaned forward in the chair to get a closer look. I tried not to pay attention to what he was doing, but I could hear a. And brain. Gently he wipes Jonothon’s mouth clean of foam, and then wipes the smelly mixture onto Jonothon’s tongue. Jonothon is now pure. But the Master is not finished with Jonothon yet. The brown soup of Jonothon’s brain is pumped down a pipe from the Master’s bumhole, into the brain bug which controls the Master. The brain bug begins to cook Jonothon’s sludgy brain, conditioning it until it is a thick green slime. The brain bug pumps the slime back down the pipe into the master’s bumhole,. "You haven't heard from command in an hour! Maybe they already gave the command and we missed it! Maybe the fucking chinks already took the bridgehead! Maybe..." Maybe I'll blow your fucking head off and toss you out the window as chink bait," Conner said, his voice calm but menacing. "Now shut your ass and keep your eyes open. If you wanna live long enough to cross that bridge, we need to hold this pocket."The newbie looked at his commander's face for a moment, decided he just might be serious. .As Shari became more relaxed with my fantasies in which I ALWAYS included her as the primary object of desire she was no longer offended by me suggesting somebody else joining in and playing with us.I finally got around to really suggesting finding a willing 'fuck buddy'.I was then fantasizing my loving wife and myself in the following fictitious scenario.Part ONE I somehow arranged a threesome with two males and my wife. I would insist on Shari choosing the partner to join us as she knows the.