' Understand?"I gave him a shocked look. "Jesus Christ, Richard. Was that going to be me?" There was some talk back then," he admitted. "There were so...e people who thought anybody who'd got as deep into DEFCONTROL as security said you had was too dangerous to be allowed to live. I hit the roof when I heard about it, asked them how did that make us any different from who we were fighting. They just told me I was being a pussy, that sometimes hard decisions had to be made. It was around then that. ”Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, “Never been there. But I know lots of lesbos who say they love it. Probably the same deal; if making the other person go wild is enough fun for you, then you don’t mind the other stuff.”“Okay… so what is it about guys always wanting to stick their dicks in somebody’s ass?”“Hey, don’t go insulting one of my favorite pastimes. I love plugging someone’s hole. Plus, I love having some big boy back there slipping his meat in me. And oh wow, when I can do a congo line. "I spent weeks working myself up so I could come in here and do whatever was necessary to subdue you and keep you quiet -- and I haven't had to do anything! I'm confused. When are you going to shoot me or whatever? You're not screaming or fighting and you don't seem to be scared of me at all -- what am I missing?" Well, you haven't hurt me..." No, and I don't want to." I believe you." Why should you?" Because I'm not on the floor on my back with you holding your hand over my face while you tear. Then it was like her tongue was guiding me between her parted lips and into her mouth. It felt heavenly. I tried to let her know how great she was making me feel, but I couldn’t remember how to speak. I just moaned my appreciation, then remembered a word.“Yes!. Oh, yes!” I couldn’t think past the sensations but tried to communicate an entire conversation just using the one word. Debbie let me loose from between her lips and I quickly remembered another, “No!” Debbie grinned as she looked right.