Don’t worry, it will fit inside you, although you might not walk right for a week, or two.”Jamie was shocked, and she began to struggle at her bon...s as he moved towards her. She knew that she was going to get raped, and that should not make her feel all tingly. She wondered if it could be better than having regular sex, what with the hightened emotion and all of the uncertainty. Her body certainly thought so. Juice was rolling out of her gaping vagina. It was embarrassing, her body obviously. She was sucking both of our cum off of my balls, then gliding her tongue up and down my shaft, and then her large soft lips wrapped around the head and she began taking my deep into her mouth. "Ahhh fuck baby. That feels so damned good." She'd done this to me before too keep me hard for another round, but that's not what her intent here was. She was trying to finish me again. She wanted to see how many times she could get me off. And with her using that talented mouth I wasn't going to. He went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of mint tea. He handed me a cup while sipping on his own cup. This wasn’t the way I had imagined spending my night when I got the call from Max, but I couldn’t help but admit that it felt nice. I moved closer to him and snuggled into his side. In turn he too leaned in against me. I felt warm and safe and soon enough, overcome with sleep. ‘I’ve missed you,’ I whispered, before I fell asleep. ———————————————- The next morning I awoke to find Max. She might have taken that bastard Borgar – and a fierce gladness at having removed his head from his body flared through me. But she had clearly never been give the chance to enjoy the act. And she was beginning to do so now. She let out a quiet gasp as I leaned down to kiss the tips of her breasts, to trace the lines of her tattoos with my tongue. Her nipples were hard and oh so very eager. I murmured against her skin, my breath hot on her sweat streaked flesh. “I must admit, Lady Boggs, that.