Now his strokes increase in violence and ferocity; I can feel my skin welling up, tightening and reddening under the leather rod. I see his gritted te...eth, the glint of pleasure in his eye and his cock; too short to swing as he repeatedly strikes my body.I utter not a word, I do not blink, my lips do not tremble, and my resolution does not waver. All this merely serves to further anger the Darrakhai; he spits on the floor, swears in his own tongue and repeats that vile word,“Apardalla! Hoshaa. “Here’s something to drink. Let’s enjoy the life weonce had,” I said and smiled.We drank the first glass straight up but it didn’ttaste very well. Then we had a second glass and justsat down on the floor in the bathroom looking at eachother. After some more minutes we had a third glass andboth of us starting to feel better again. The bottlewas almost empty so we shared the last drinkingstraight from the bottle and we were both a little bitdrunk again. I looked at. Soon I pushed the head right up against my waiting stretched pussy. He did not waste any time, grabbing me by my hips and going all in. I yelled out as he shoved himself deep inside of me. He held it in me so I could feel him. I was guessing he was about nine inches and nice thickness. He pulled about half-way out and then slammed back in. He began pumping me, repeating his back and forth slam motion. He pounded me open wide. This is what I had wanted since he had contacted me.But he had more. The man lay back on the fluffed-up pillows, favoring his just-spanked ass, and sucked on his cigar. He had to do it that way, for two reasons, sticking it into his own spend was ... Ughhh ... not his idea of fun, and second, the lesbo bitch was ... well, she was a lesbo bitch, not just that, but a MLF (Militant Lesbian Feminist) and inserting his cigar into her pussy was akin to rape, even if he was sufficiently motivated to beg.Anyway, she was hanging up her whips, putting away her latex and.