I thought this would be a great place to enjoy a quick fuck by King. I had taken a big dump shortly before so I was pretty cleaned out and ready for a... quick fuck as I spread a little butter on my asshole that King liked to lick. I was feeling pretty excited about doing it in the mow having a much softer surface to kneel on as I knelt down in front of the staircase of bales with my thighs against the layer of bales I bent over to rest my chest on. I was about to call King over but he was already. This favor had come back to haunt him when the government had demanded that he pay them back."I'm not sure that I can help you," he said finally."I have some information that you can help me investigate the activities at a refugee hostel run by the Reverend James Low."The name of the pederastic preacher made Simon's gut churn. He could still see the Reverend's body as it slid down the wall to lie in a crumpled heap.The voice on the phone continued. "I know that this is coming rather fast. Why. She had to blink back the moisture in her eyes as she remembered him running and laughing in Alpha 7. To her it only seemed like a few years ago. She took in the expanse of his wide shoulders and thick bulging chest. His arms looked like they could crush anything and his legs were corded and thick with muscle. Cyneolle tipped his head to the side. Even though he still wore his goggles. She knew he was trying to tell her he knew she was staring. The others would notice too. Anniel looked away.. Eventually, I gave up and just began howling as loudly as I could through the gag. My cries and grunts at first appeared to go unnoticed. However after a few moments, I heard the door open."I thought that I could hear something," said Elizabeth. She moved closer. "I am sorry, Jason, but you have to learn. Those pants are tight to keep everything inside. Just as a slave should, you are going to learn that I have control over everything that you do. You are going to mess yourself for me. This.