He looked down at me. "Do ya want ya bottle little girl?"I tore my eyes away from it a second, glancing up at him. "Yss." Icroaked; I couldn't stop my...self from looking back at the liquid."Then ask me nicely girl, beg me for it like a good little slut."I couldn't take my eyes off the bottle, I had no idea why, I wasactually panting. I seemed to have lost control a bit, it was all tooconfusing."P, please Daddy, can I have my bottle. Pleease Daddy, plllease."Insanely, deep inside I really felt. Tuk came last, watching his charges carefully to make certain they all arrived safely.They arrived just after the sun came free of the horizon, and collapsed into the shade as the day started to heat. One night done, two more to go, and uncertainty as to what happened then. Tuk started to set up their camp in the shade, but then he noticed the horizon to the west getting indistinct, as if there was no longer a difference between where the earth ended and where the sky began. He saw lighter. He pointed at his balls, lifting his cock so they were suspended above my mouth."See how big they are?" He asked. I was in a daze now, of pain and orgasms, my skin stinging and my arse and pussy stretched out beyond anything I'd felt before. He didn't wait for an answer. "That's the biggest load of my fucking life waiting to be plastered all over my new whore." He wanked his cock furiously and I stuck out my tongue and licked his heavy testicles. "Get on your knees on the floor." I scooted onto. ‘Da?’ he purrs, easing his grip on my hair a little before tightening it again. There’s amusement in his tone, as if he could do this all night, and that only makes my blush deepen hotly. ‘Please, Sir.’ His lips purse, and he shakes his head. ‘Nyet. Say it properly, Emelia. You will recall how.’ I wrinkle my nose and close my glowing eyes, trying to remember, and after a moment I clumsily say ‘P…Pezhalsta?’ ‘Good girl’ he rumbles, and the fat length of his cock starts to push slowly into my.