The tactic worked. An inch of thick, stiff pole squeezed into Alyssa, her opening stretching to quite unfamiliar limits. She felt her lips draw back a...gainst her teeth, and she raised her hips slightly, labouring to help him. She was uncomfortable, but she was desperate too. Her nerve ends were already dancing."Come on, 'lyssa", he moaned. "Let me in. I know you want it." I'm trying, Carter", she panted back. "Believe me, I'm trying."Slowly, working with him, Alyssa secured deeper penetration,. " Quiet, not a whisper, a demand, simple and polite. Bobbi wanted to protest, to scream, to agree, to moan but said nothing afraid she had been wrong after all. Something jammed against her lips, pushed her jaws apart with insistence. The blonde invaded her mouth with the foreign thing, moved with deft fingers, pulling a short nylon strap around behind her head, cinching with a longer strap. "Too tight?" Polite again, caring even as fingers tried to slip between cheek and strap. Musk invaded. " Good sense, to a point," the colonel approved."I blame myself for a lot of that," put in Meiersdottir. "I took him too lightly, and indulged myself by really rubbing his nose in it back when he was there in sick bay." She shook her head in self-reproach. "I know better than to act like such a snot to anybody, and I was vindictive. It must've helped push him over the edge." My love, you take too much on yourself," her husband told her. "Miller acted according to his nature, which was. His shoulders slump in defeat as he looks at the old man. "What do you want?"Williamson points at Miranda, still standing naked by the counter. Exhausted from his tirade, through swollen lips which slur his speech, he says, "Her. I want that...hot, horny little bitch to...ride my cock. But I don't want her...pussy. I want her to...stick my pole right up her ass." Miranda's mouth drops open at Williamson's demand. Darren was going to teach her about anal, but they've been so busy just enjoying.