My demand to let me cum, the evidence between my legs of my previous discharge; my cursing. All of it had gone too far, I think, with you. I cower, as... best as I can on the ladder, knowing that my mouth has got to stop working without interaction from my brain."Sir," I begin, feeling quite chagrined -- and scared shitless. "I'm sorry. I'll behave now. I promise." Why should I believe you?" I jump, surprised at hearing your voice so close to my face."Sir, because I believe this to be important to. John, meanwhile, had been undressing himself, and now passed me a condom, which I immediately unrolled on my shaft, and a tube of lubricant, which we definitely needed now as the limited lubrication from her juices had almost dried, so my hand thrusts met greater friction, even making it a bit hard to withdraw. Squeezing some over my cock, I smeared it over the shaft, and then put some more in her butt crack, sliding my fingers back in to spread it around thoroughly.I continued to do this while. Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying her things, trying her best to not get soaked. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door."Hi honey, I'm home," she said, exhausted.He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He. Two ladies I knew were having a lot of that with some members of the crew.Around four in the afternoon, the group left the village and headed further away. An hour later they were back on the ship after I opened a gate for them."Did you have a nice time?" It was fun. There was some sick people and I took some time to heal them." That's nice. Anything else?" When Caiti and I were healing, Camsa was playing hide the weenie with one of the boys."This was what Camsa was like and I accepted it. He.