I could feel his knuckles on my vagina while he undid his pants and belt. Releasing his cock. Shoving it inside me. He was fucking me. He was r***...g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then. I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my. Well, I’d watch while she sucked my cock, swallowing it to the hilt and then working her throat in a swallowing motion, squeezing the shaft and head and then releasing it, only to do the same again, over and over.When I was ready to cum, she’d either let it shoot down her throat or, if she was feeling really dirty, she’d pull off and have me cum on her face, after which she’d sit there and wipe it into her mouth and swallow it. That would keep me hard enough for her to pull up her skirt and. "I have all the chargers, don't I?" she asked herself, digging through her bag. "yep, all good." she smiled and slipped out of her room. Her mum had always done her holiday clothes shopping. She trusted her mum, as she knew her style, what she liked and what she didn't. She saw her mum standing in the doorway. "got everything?" her mum asked. she had the same hair and eye colour as her daughter, which was something everyone remarked when they first met the pair. "yep, all sorted." Jessie. We had primitive shields made out of sticks and bark and animal hides. They might stop an arrow, but not much good against a club or spear. But they were better than nothing. Our weapon masters were busy making more of these shields.Our perimeter defense is designed to slow down the raiders and funnel them toward the middle. The hope is to then have the bombs and grenades put a hurt on their charging forces. With back up help from our entire archery division.I had the horsemen tribe take.