If it is so important, why am I still in possession of it?”“We don’t care who has it. We just need the intel. The other rainbow colors will even...ually come out and Blues and Greens will just become like the Violets are now.”“We?”“We,” she wasn’t saying.“The Gate is open. We can go anytime.”“What do you want in exchange?”“Access to a Blue.” Apparently, our deal had just changed.“We are going to do the next Indigo on Sunday. If we do the Green on Wednesday, you will have to wait the ten. Madge lifted herself up and my wife's cunt replaced it, like her mothers and aunt it smelt like she had cum and I could see cunt juice holding the lips together. The wife moved down and her arse came into view, her feet pushed against my arms which moved my legs and pulled my balls even further, I gasped and opened my mouth wide, her arse hole opened and a turd started to extract itself from my wife's brown eye, hold his mouth open the wife said as 2 pairs of red nailed hands forced my mouth. Troy was holding a folder that he put on the table while he filled his coffee mug. After he and the President had taken a seat, he slid the folder to me. It contained pictures from the Ambassador’s Ball. There had been flash drives given to everyone as we left.I looked through them, realizing that I needed to do the same; print them off and write on the back who all the important people were to reminisce about if I lived long enough to get old.The last dozen or so pictures were of me dancing. You won’t want any little pricks on them.”SpankBoy took the knife and set to work trimming the switches. He concentrated on doing a good job at this new task. When he had one done, he handed it to Ms. Stiles for her approval.“This is a good job.” She slid her fingers down the shaft of the switch and found it smooth. “Let’s test it. Stick out your left hand.” He did so. “A little farther.” She touched the tip of the switch to his palm, then brought it down hard.SpankBoy yelped. He was.