Suddenly I was pulled back and Amy sat on my face. I let my tongue lick her dripping cunt as well as I could, but was getting light headed from the do...uble penetration. Amy moved off me, and I thought I was going to be able to focus on being fucked, but I thought wrong. Amys' wet pussy was soon replaced by cock number 3. Now I have been spit roasted before, and I have been DP'd in the past, but this was the first time I had been made airtight.I was struggling to breath as he pounded my face, and. The expanse of snow and trees seemed unchanged from the last time she looked, over an hour ago. The sun was slipping beneath the horizon, leaving a ruddy glow on the otherwise pristine white surface below her. She was beginning to regret her decision to accept the teaching job in the native Inupiat village called Kluso. ‘It’s only August and the ground is already covered with snow,’ she thought to herself. ‘What was I thinking? There will be cold and snow for most of the year and I doubt it. She was nasty and fun. One night in bed he asked her if she ever thought about fucking another man and she said no. He asked her if she would for him. She looked puzzled. He told her he would love to watch her fucking another man. It would really turn him on to see a man eat her pussy and shove his cock in her. He asked if she would do it to please him. After a long discussion he talked her into it. She thought of a man's cock in her as Mic watched. On Friday he called her and told her he had. Are you happy here? Being husbands to us Mageni and working here?” she added.Husband is a strange word. On my own planet of origin, husband and wife is indicative of an equal partnership, two people who are neither above nor below one another. Here, husband is a slaves term, and wife a colloquialism for a master. I, being a free man, do not like the terms. Back home, I would consider Enko to be my wife, and I her husband. Here, in my new home, we are simply partners. Being called a husband by.