At this point, I expected to get my ass kicked (or worse), but to my surprise, he just smiled, then started swiping through my phone, looking at all t...e pics she had sent. Staring at one she took from the front, with nothing but her trademark black choker, he reached down, unzipped his jeans and started jacking off right there in front of me. After a little, he looked at me, and I could tell from his eyes exactly what he wanted. Without a word, I got up, and sat on my knees in front of him. I. I whimpered and whine as my outer sphincter muscle ring briefly resisted and finally gave way. His enormous head popped into my anus and as I opened my mouth to scream, my head was pulled down placing half the length of the enormously long thin penis pass my throat sphincter muscle ring and into my throat. Gagging and flaying I was like a hog on a spit, I tried to reach up and grab the hands that held me captive on the piece of man meat protruding into my throat. My inner anal sphincter anal. Anyway this story is about what happened to one of their super secret things; I almost called it a plane but it wasn't really a plane that got away. It was more like the things in the pictures that the UFO nuts put out. Since the government denies that Area 51 even exists they naturally won't authenticate this story. If anyone knows the whereabouts of this craft the government will pay for the shipping to get it back... maybe. It has to be in good working order.Chapter OneCarl Barley looked. “Well, you did contact Jemima after a week or so,” Morgana replied with a smile. “After that it was merely a case of waiting and hoping.”“Anyway, as interesting as this is,” Julia said with a smile. “We’d best be on our way to Zudraj, hopefully we can get a better idea on Nephilim numbers.”“I hope so. Some of our ‘allies’ are getting fractious as the Nephilim seem to have a large manpower reserve, even if they are currently using women to supplement it,” Morgana replied.“This way, Mages,”.