"The men that I killed brought it on themselves by their behavior, and everyone that saw it could tell. The dead men were not trying to help me decide...the best way to get our work done; they were trying to argue so they could undermine my leadership. I'm sure that is always the way when a leader takes over a camp."I saw their arguments as their way of building their nerve to fight me, but I didn't see any reason to wait. Sooner or later I was going to have to fight them, and since I was already. " ... But I did get another idea as a beautiful blonde bombshell walked into the mat with two baskets of laundry.She stood about 5'7" with the nicest set of C-Cups that I had seen in a long time, and a tight little bum, and wonderful legs that sprouted out of a pair of booty shorts. She was enough to make an old man go into cardiac arrest! And as she came in and out with the two baskets of laundry, I felt myself staring, and I felt my computer straining against my wrists because of the monster. “It’s also nice to fondle his balls while you stroke him. Sometimes, grazing your fingertips across his sacs, sometimes squeezing his balls and giving him a little tug.” Macy demonstrated each act as she explained them to Debbie and then had her try it. Debbie was tentative as she began and Macy assisted her in her the pressure right. If anyone has ever wonder how it felt to have two women holding your cock at the same time... glorious! “Now for blow jobs,” Macy said as my cock became so hard. She moaned with my sac in her mouth and then licked a slow, deliberate trail up my prick to the very top. I was pretty sure I was about to see God when she stopped again.“Dr. Katherine, you’re killing me here!” I protested.“How does it feel to have a good solid hard-on, Kelly?” she asked.“It feels fucking fantastic,” I moaned.“Precisely! We don’t want to rush to completion until you’ve had time to enjoy the feeling of a steel-hard cock again, do we?” she asked pointedly.I sighed. She was right.