John’s abrupt laughter broke the tense mood on the bridge like a thunderstorm clearing the air.“Well at least we know where the Drakkar got the te...h for their armour,” Dana said. “I knew there was no way they came up with that on their own!”“If whoever is flying that ship is advanced enough to come up with radically enhanced armour, we probably don’t want to find out what their weapons can do,” Calara said grimly.“Yeah, agreed. A ship that size is likely to be armed to the teeth,” John said. I started coffee after using the bathroom. As the coffee was dripping, she woke and went into the bathroom. I could see that she was dirty and a little bit bruised. She came out as I was sitting at the dinette drinking coffee. She sat down gingerly.“Long, wearing night?” I asked.“Yes, they ran a train on my ass including the dogs. I got away. Abigail and one other woman were still there being fucked.”I nodded. “Abigail seemed to enjoy it and wanted more.” I nodded again. “X, we were going to. She could feel the track of cool juices on her skin, but knew it not would remain there long. So she arched her neck for him and expected her husband obligingly lowered his head to her neck. She heard herself sigh, and found herself lifting her breasts for him. He was so patient, thorough, a kiss, a lick, another kiss, so deliberate in his design. She had an idea, and reached down for another strawberry. She placed it between her cleavage, and pushed her breasts together, to offer. Mike had left one of his pornographic magazines lying on our living room radiator and Tonya found it. We began reading through the letters in it and found one with an interesting premise. It offered both a measure of fear and arousal. We decided to try it.The premise was for me to be nearly hanging by my balls, with my head and the tips of my toes the only support to prevent the actual suspension, while my wife performed oral sex on me. The main piece of equipment was rope. I had plenty of.