John looked down at the boy working on his cock. The boy had moved out of his blue jumpsuit again letting the top part fall down — this time bey...ond his waist. The boys white buttocks stuck out … and John reached down for them. The kid moaned then gagged on Johns cock as a finger found and entered his butthole. John knew what he wanted to find out. The kid was soon naked … kissing, licking, biting and muttering the magic phrase, “fuck me please!” John obliged not. “What do you mean who?” he asks, but rather than waiting for her reply, he immediately says, “Mela. The woman you had with you at the Rolling Turtle. The one we both fucked that night.”“There wasn’t anyone with me that night,” she answers. “Though if you’re into a threesome then I’m wouldn’t mind. Maybe we get your wife into it?”“What?” he asks, shaking his head. His mind is a whirlpool of thoughts shrouded in a deep fog. “She would never go for that. But no, I’m talking about Mela, the. Till now, there weren`t many interactions with other members of my family. Throughout the year we did go and see some relatives and they did come and visit us. When they would visit us, I would put on some clothes as our relationship is a secret. It was the holidays. It was the year 2013. I was still waiting for results so I was at home. My father`s brother who lives in South Africa along with his wife and son came to visit and stay with us.They stayed at our house for 2 weeks. Then they went. ..prepare to be subjugated and processed." Just then, giant beam weapons liquefy military equipment and installations worldwide. Skur landing parties beam to the surface and start capturing key areas and government leaders. Their bodyguards put up valiant fights but are liquidated. This resistance infuriates the Skur, who have the captives put in wire shackles and beamed to processing ships. Presidents, prime ministers, politicians their wives and families are led in shackles before the Skur. .