Reports started coming in from all around the ship. Our number three nacelle had taken a direct hit from a torpedo. We were now spinning out of contro.... As we came around I saw the Sequoia looming over us. She must have hidden behind the gas giant and attacked when we passed. Target that ship and fire! I barked out. We had come in with gunners in position. Shields on full! Helm, get us under control! We had gone from rescue to fight for our lives in less than a second. Our first volley of. I'm slowly drawing her to the edge of her mind in passion again. " Tell me," I said low somewhere near her ear. She feels my chest hot just inches off her back. My fingers continue their sweet torture on her body. My free hand is stroking the middle of her back. She made a sound like a gasp and a groan from the mattress. Her only focus on the pleasure that is being brought up inside of her. My hand became more determined working in and out of her, my other hand gripping a hip and pulling her. In Rome, knowledge could be a very dangerous thing, especially for a slave with my particular gifts. So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a mere slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those. I immediately felt the other guy taking my hips in his hands and in a second I felt his cock slipping easily into my oh so wet and slippery cunt as he began to fuck me doggy style."Don't come in her mouth; save it for her cunt so that she's nice and sloppy for the horse to fuck",I heard my husband saying."Phew! She sucks like a fucking whore", the guy said as he pulled out of my mouth. "Let's fuck the bitch in a sandwich with you up her cunt and me up her asshe told his mate".Some old sacks.