There was a long queue for paying fees which would take another 2 hours or so. Rita came with me in my car, this was the opportunity for both to inter...ct. She said thanks to me again, I said not to mention. I said I know how difficult it is if his partner has back injury. She said yes & can understand my feeling too as my wife too is injured. I said it is very difficult to live without good sex, she was a bit hesitant but just nodded her head. I said don’t feel shy I know you are young. She is. It had been a week and I was really ready for it! I felt his knot thumping at my entrance, I leaned down more allowing him easier entry and all the sudden he was inside me, all of it. I could feel the tip of his penis again looking to penetrate my cervix, stabbing around deep inside of me. Looking out the window knowing I was being watched by at least one person, god who knows, maybe more? Then he was spraying his sperm inside me, long powerful squirts that I could feel building up in me. A few minutes later found me standing in the dimly lit bathroom, the cool tiles feeling wonderful across my bare feet. I stared into the only mirror left unbroken in our 'cozy' home, and gave myself a once over. Before my first little 'accident' with the pills, all I had ever liked about myself were my lovely green eyes. They shone in the same way Teacups yellow ones did, and were quite fetching if I do say so myself. Apart from that my short black hair was unkempt and frizzy, and the corners. She rose through the ranks of my society – in fact the only survivor from Crop A, she was, originally, a Puerto Rican salsa dancer. Now, she was mine. Nothing else mattered. She stood nude with a spiked collar that indicated her place as Sergeant-at-Arms. She held a small hunting dagger in one hand and pulled behind her nearly dead weight on a leash with the other. A tiny blonde girl, no taller than 5’1 and no heavier than 90 pounds, dragged behind A4 in a daze. Though she was 19, she had tiny.