His intestines were estimated by observers to hang down at least eight feet below his head. The man died screaming in pain before any first responders...could arrive. His death was caught on film by the BBC. It was censored. The death was considered too bloody for general viewing. The internet was a different story until censors took the video down there, too.Linda air-popped back to The Lady Whisper. Cooky was ready to serve supper in the main lounge. Jessie had the television turned on. It. ” I didn’t have a response for that other than to groan at the wonderful feeling Alison’s lips and tongue were giving my dick.I tried to keep my focus on her, rather than to look up at Mr. Walters with his thick mustache and receding hairline. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and his cock doing the same in her pussy. He slapped her ass and said, “You liking this, slut?” Alison nodded with her mouth full of my meat. “Yeah, good girl. I knew you would.”I was still a little dazed. " I don't have any money with me." He pulled over on the side of the street and I expected him to kick me out of the cab. Instead, he had something else in mind."Well we could arrange something else. You see, as much as I love my woman, we aren't so physical anymore."I knew where he was going with this. I hesitated. He wasn't my ideal partner, but I didn't know what would happen since I couldn't pay my cab fare. I think he took my hesitation as consent. He opened his door and then closed it. Dark enough was the interior that my youthful features would not have been detected other than perhaps my long hair, an oddity considering military regulation and probable curiosity of the many men that held my head to fuck my mouth, however not one questioned it.I lost track of time and exactly how many blowjobs I gave. The tent was crowded with men. I opted for a position along the wall to prevent my feet and calves from being stepped on. My jaw ached and my sinuses and sense of taste.