Who's your favorite author?"He sat up, thinking. That was one thing she knew she liked about Bill. He took things seriously. Some boys would just toss... off an author's name, but, no, Bill was actually considering the question. Grinning, he looked over at her."It really depends on my mood. Last year I would have said Piers Anthony, but I think I'm outgrowing him. I've been going through Heinlein books like crazy this year. I've also started reading some comics." Anthony..." The name was familiar. Talking can be, and often is, a frustrating distraction, but there are some guys who seem incapable of shutting up and just let ME do what we've both said we wanted very much...a nice, 'productive' blow job; and by 'productive', I'm talking about them shooting their load of CUM! I mean, maybe a little chatter is appropriate (first-timers are often very nervous, and even a little scared, so I let them blab on a little while longer than if they were a 'regular,' but then, it's time to get on with. Izzie muttered quietly to me. "She won't get away with that."I must admit that I was not looking forward to being a slave against my will, yet I had been well treated so far and I am only human, and with the promise of so much delightful pussy, it did cross my mind that it could be a better life than what was offered me with rising unemployment everywhere. I thought that with all the free sex that was being offered with beautiful girls was good compensation and all I had been promised seemed to. I told them how I was a teacher back on Earth and they shared stories of the all the worlds they had visited. The food we ate was like nothing I'd ever tasted before. They ordered different items, almost like several sampler platters and I tried everything. Some of it I really liked, some, not so much. Other creatures joined us and they too would share stories about space travel and the different worlds they had seen. It seemed I was somewhat of a celebrity here. Everyone wanted to know about.