I may be trained to fight now, but my brain was still that of an unreconstructed civilian. I could slip into auto-fight mode like an extreme trained n...inja, but the conscious part of my brain still found seeing a person’s guts spilling from a massive stomach wound obscene. Actually I was pleased about that, I didn’t want to ever stop caring about such things. I moved to where the soldier was being bound up by the cook and one of the maids.“Very impressive master Cook” I said, “you have hidden. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and her mouth hung wide open, panting desperately."M-Meat curtains." She said.Jacob responded in a flash, sucking her fleshy lips into his mouth, his tongue already diving for her heavenly hole. After a minute or so of this his mom made her next request."Butt-hole." Her voice whined. Jacob's tongue began to lash sloppily at his mom's shit-lips. It wasn't long before he noticed how her body began a little quiver."Oh God, sweetie you're gonna make me cum.". In fact, you thought crossly, for the whole of the evening I had not said a word to you; had not even welcomed you to my party, or my home. But suddenly; surprisingly, I was there before you; my hand extended, palm up, a smile playing on my lips, a look of expectation in my eyes. You placed your hand in mine. So small, you thought, and I led you away. Away from the light. Away from the music. Away from the voices and the laughter. To here. You had not, you remembered, even looked back. You. I looked at him in disbelief as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Then he chuckled and asked “what the fuck are you wearing? Are you an escort too?” I laughed and said I wanted him to know “I was a full fledged cock-sucker.” “That isn’t how to prove it to me, babe!” He kept kissing me in the coffeehouse, and he was all hands. I grabbed him and told him to come on!He was in town for a personal training certification class, and that some of the other trainers were trying to do some.