But my throat was now coated in seamen.I was a little shocked at the short amount of time the event it took for Master to climax. I had not been there...forty-five minutes and already Master appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the hole and spraying cum into my mouth. Master had a lot of fetish enthusiast friends. All had fascinating masks.One guy in a blue mask stuck his latex gloved hand into my mouth and scooped his cum from my tongue and sucked it. Bet a cock would slide in there quite easily...maybe even your big cock? You'd still have to force it in, but still...' I pushed the thought away and gulped as I tried to latch on to what Louise had been saying."...so yeah, I do kinda miss it! Still, that's why God invented vibrators eh - although a vibrator can't mow the lawn"! I came back to myself. Uncertainly, I replied, "...erm...yeah...I...erm suppose..." It suddenly dawned on me that Louise had been talking about her sex life - or lack. They are usually political appointees, or elected officials, and have neither the background nor training to establish that strong, moral, criminal justice system compass. Nor have they been to classes on the constitution, and the safeguards built into it to avoid tyranny and unjust treatment. There’s another class of these idiots who were promoted beyond their capabilities, because they were causing problems. If you promote them, they become someone else’s problem.The bosses want to stay. Maine kaha ies kitab mai to bahut kuch likha jhai,yee bur kya hota hai?Or chuchiyo ka kya matlab hai?Mine kaha mai sab batat hu lekin kisi ko kuch mat batana to wo man gaye,abhi bhi mere lund uske hath mai hee tha,maine uske gulab se najuk hoto ko chumne laga wo ab dhire-dhire gram ho rahi thi,or mere lund ko jor-jor se.Hila rahi thi,mai uske chuchiyo ko upar se he dhire-dhire maslne laga,wo ahh uhh kar rahi thi,uski chuchiya santre jiese thi,mai unhe ek-ek karke masal raha tha,ab use bhi maja.