“You’re doing good.” He began to slowly fuck my mouth, not trying to jam it down my throat, but enjoying the feeling of the hot wetness. “Th...at feels so fucking good. I don’t get to feel a hot mouth on my dick to often,” he spoke quietly. I knew my jaws were going to be tired and sore after a few minutes of this, but I wasn’t going to give up either. He kept slowly pumping my mouth for a while longer. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” he said, releasing his grip and stroking my. ’ ‘Danielle Jeanine, what happened?’ ‘It was my fault Mrs. Baker,’ Jennifer said. ‘It wasn’t anyone’s fault Mom, it just happened that’s all.’ She came in to where we were working. ‘Exactly what was it that happened?’ ‘I need to trim my nails, Mrs. Baker. I’m sorry.’ ‘I’m not sure I want to hear any more,’ Mom said. ‘Did you put any antiseptic on it, or any mellsporin cream?’ ‘I didn’t know what to do,’ Mrs. Baker. ‘I cleaned it real good and put bandages on them.’ ‘There’s more than one?’ she. The old traditions regarding hauling women into combat had been trampled upon over time by female crewmen, anyway, and concubines (or slaves, sluts, drones, stewards -- whatever you call them) were disposable if they weren't pregnant, anyway. Certain carry-overs DID occur -- it was considered bad form to feel up a 'steward' in public settings while on duty, for instance -- public displays of affection were frowned upon. But stewards wore the standard-issue shift issued every concubine, so they. Maya then began to grind her vagina against Miguel's groins slowly, clearly enjoying the sensation.After grinding like this for a few minutes Maya became increasingly flushed and began to moan as she reached her first orgasm. Afterwards she leant forward and kissed Miguel before rolling off of his cock and laying on her back with her legs wide apart, Juan's sperms still seeping out and her huge tits hanging down either side of her chest. "Come on Miguel, use me for your pleasure and pump me.