While these one hundred brave souls are doing that, what will you be doing? Will you be minding your sheep, drinking your ale in the illusory safety o...f your camps? Or will you be threatening the tyrants on their very doorstep in Strathclyde and Fife? Making yourself and the country stronger by removing this cancer?How say you? Will you show Scotland that you back her, that she comes first for all of us? That she is our country? Will you risk your blood for Scotland? How say you I ask?"The. Isavored the taste for an instant then again passed the swollen headbetween my lips and sucked it to the back of my throat. He was nowcompletely hard as he grabbed my head and started to slowly pump mymouth."That's it bitch, get me good and hard, you sissy cocksucker. Oh ya."My little sissy clit was now straining against it silken confines. Erikawas right. I did love his hard black cock. Though I wasn't a sissycocksucker - I was a sissy cock-worshipper. I loved everything aboutcock, the smell,. Just outside Iremembered that my wife had stacked some beer crates inthe garage so I went to the garage to get the beers. Ittook me about 10 minutes to remove the stacks and I gotinside the house from the door connecting the garageand the backdoor.I don’t know how it happened but I tripped in thedarkness and fell down. There, lying on the floor I sawunder the dining table…my wife was on all fours andher head was bobbing up and down on my elder brotherKala’s big black uncut. Rosalita threw aside a lewd painting of a naked woman with a black panther on the wall, revealing the door of a concealed safe. Slender fingers twisted the dial, her lips silently mouthing the combination committed to memory after so many times of covertly watching Carlos work the numbers. She paused, her hands shaking with nervous energy as she struggled to recall the final digit. Then the number sprang to mind and she spun the dial. A satisfying metallic “thunk” sounded as the bolts gave.