Was he kissing his own fingers? Barley pulled the poor girl into his arms, mostly so she couldn’t see his face. He was going to come in her stomach if she kept swallowing like that. His cock jerked repeatedly, spending its load down into her stomach, spurt after spurt. They walked a bit into the tunnel where a series of rooms had been cut into the sides of the main subway line. Sally halfway expected him to call her back, but realized that the morning was young yet. “Do you know what NASA is, or rather, was?” the Colonel asked him, seeming to change the subject. “You ever been to Atlantis, Boy?” Colonel Sattersby asked. “Kraut’s good fer yer digestion.”
Barley grimaced as his stomach informed him of what would happen if he ate that. This girl was a slave. “What were you doing?” he asked, enjoying even the sharp elbows and shoulders of her sweet, warm female body as she squirmed around on top of him. So why should I?’
‘What would you do?
