Grant didn't object to the change of position, not daring to resist the skunk out of fear for his life. Though the circumstances were certainly a lot different, Grant wasn't too much a stranger to be humiliated and used by his clients. He whimpered into the balled clothing clenched tight between his jaws, partly from the pain of having his insides stretched practically skin-tight over the mephit's member and his rear bruised, and partly from the humiliation of his position and the how very very audible it was.<br/><br/>Thinking on it, Grant supposed he'd already made it pretty audible, his earlier pleas for his life and then the cries of pain hadn't exactly been<span style="font-style: italic">quiet</span>. But the Slurp-squelch of his tailhole being used for the skunk's pleasure no doubt erased any doubt of what exactly was being done to him for anyone within earshot.<br/><br/>Still, despite the noisiness the pre-cum added to the act, it was a very welcome addition as far as Grant was concerned. It's lubrication made being penetrated by the huge shaft over and over actually bearable. It was something that raised his hopes a bit, knowing that he could endure this, and if he could endure this he'd just have to play his cards right to avoid ending up as skunk shit later on.