But also, yes; I wanted to see his cock. Derek had been dragging along for almost forty-five minutes at this point, and my curiosity was killing me, a...d I was horny as hell. Still am, by the way…” “Is that a hint?” “Too subtle for ya, stud?” She squeezed my cock, which was hard as a rock by this point. “No, I think I caught it. So, I take it you liked what you saw?” “Oh yes. Very nice.” “Oh yeah?” I guess I’d thought maybe she’d elaborate, or at least wax a bit more enthusiastic about his. Then he pulled his hand out of me and leaned over me. I had my eyes closed tightly, terrified of what was coming. Then I felt his big ugly cock between my legs. Pushing at me. I guess despite the oil, it was difficult for him to enter me. Then all of a sudden he was deep inside me. I could feel his hot breath on my face. Then he moved his head down and began biting my nipples, first one than the other, until they were raw. He was moving in and out of me, fucking me hard and fast. Please God,. As our wedding was just under three months away, we had little time to spare. The woman even offered me the chance to take money in advance to allow us the chance to go ahead and get the mortgage on our house. My boyfriend and I found our little house and went ahead and paid our deposit and got our mortgage. We even had enough left to buy some new and some second-hand furniture.The woman put me to work straight away. I would have to go to her house to "see a guy" three times a week. I had a few. Bu these were just interludes in what quickly settled down into a routine existence. Hunting and fishing were by no means the only tasks she had. She spent hours fashioning tools and hunting equipment for instance. I think I’ve mentioned that she was something of a genius in recycling the debris of human society for her own ends; any old bits of metal, tin cans, wood, bits of floating plastic, old bottles, discarded fishing nets, old corks you name it. The nest she made for me to sleep in.