I turned to watch the faces of the women intent on the result, and I realised then that for many of them I was simply a sperm-producing machine. None ...f these voracious women were interested in me as a person. They merely wanted to use me to satisfy their carnal lusts and as a mobile sperm production machine. I thought about my future. What would happen to me if, like other slaves before me, my balls stopped producing sperm? In the meanwhile how could I possibly go on satisfying all their. My compartments are sturdy and strong. I didn’t ever let those compartments open, my traumas stayed where they belonged; locked behind thick steel hatches. Psychologists and PTSD specialists will argue I should let them out, talk about my feelings. Well, I don’t like those old feelings, that’s why they are kept locked up where they should be. How could I function if I started reliving old traumatic events?Sometimes, though, we have compartments for good things. Even amazing things, ‘best thing. Green. I got another one now. ‘I told you to call me Pat, man. Mr. Green’s my daddy. Good, you make sure I know where y’all are at and if we come through, you better open!’ ‘I’ll make sure to keep you informed, Pat.’ ‘Let me get my ass on stage. Y’all stop by after and we’ll drink a beer and tell lies.’ I was about to agree when Stella butted in, saying, ‘Pat, the last time I did that, I damn near missed work the next week. And before you go tellin’ tales, don’t.’ She had that don’t-you-dare. . she kissed my lip and said I love you so much… I said with pleasure and winked ;)For that she got up and turned away… but sat on me…which is 69 :D my favorite….with no words I took her pussy and sucked hardddd… she was sucking my cock….hmmmm this time she took care of my balls well…she took one by one inside and sucked nicely…and this time I sucked her clitoris madly… she was shaking her body madly by my act… and after 10mins of suck she came inside my mouth….Now I pushed her and came back in.