He began slowly at first feeding the head into my wet pussy stretching it and getting the entire length gradually pushed in, it felt so dirty in the b...ck garden in the sun and open air but I just did not care I wanted to act like the slut we had spoken about in the past. The sun was beating down on my body and I was shaking and sweating all over the lounger, my pussy juice covering the toy I must have looked like a complete whore! With my big ass on the lounger legs spread apart and a shaven. Walking into the old square, Mark could see that the bots hadn't gotten this far, as a matter of fact, they were still a block away. Coming to a stop Mark scanned looking for any sign of ambush."Alright Tantka! I'm here you little shit!" Ah, temper, temper, fart boy," came the nasal reply as if someone was having trouble breathing, "I hold all the cards!" the sneering whiney voice replied."I see you didn't bring your tech with you, a bad mistake!" a beam shot out from behind Tantka and struck. He hated the way she drove him insane with wanting her. She made him want her in ways other then her body and this lady under him that he was using so relentlessly scared him to death. “Is this what you wanted, Ambrosia? Do you like me slamming into you, using you as if you were a common whore?” Mike panted into her ear. She gasped with one particularly calculated thrust. “Yes I want you to use me like this! I only want to be your whore!” She screamed her orgasm, which surprised her more then. I've seen guys bleed to death before the morning shift finds them and sends them to the infirmary to get stitched up."Timmy covered his ears and tried not to cry. "Alright, shut up, shut up, will you?!" Yeah, fine. No problem. I was just trying to give you some pointers. I'll see you around..." Johnny turned to leave. Timmy stopped him."Wait!" Timmy yelled. Johnny stopped and turned. He couldn't hide his smile and it made Timmy feel small, real small. He felt sick having to ask Johnny the next.