“We talk English; none of these know English,” she added helpfully.The next morning there were now two dozen braves. The whole raiding party, sat ...round our camp. Now that yesterday’s ingots had cooled enough, they would often pick one up and pass it around in wonder. Some of the new braves spoke Mataoka’s language well enough to talk to us, but they gave us no information on our fate. They gave us no food, either, and Mataoka’s body had trouble making milk for little Harvey. Mataoka only shook. A neck so soft, so delicate and vulnerable, offered to me to take, to protect, to claim as my own. I could not help but smile back at her.She placed a drink in my hand, I heard the ice rattle as our lips touched. A fleeting touch, we pulled back and looked at each other. After all the time flirting, after all the false starts and now, after all the time we had been together; I still could not believe I was there with her.My free hand touched her cheek, fingers first, then I placed my palm flat. “Brittany…” Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately. “You probably know the business has been struggling the last couple of years…” “We’ve had to lay off dozens.” He speaks with some degree of resignation in his voice. “This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company.” He continues. He looks at Jones. “Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment” adds Jones. “Their families...their kids.” Collins says. “The deal is worth 50 million over 5. ?John cams first and shoots his load all over Ms. Baker’s face. He pauses and steps aside so the camera can get a good shot of just how much cum has been sprayed on her. Then he forces his cock into her mouth one more time. ?That’s a good whore, suck all that cum out of my balls,? says John. After she finishes him, John reaches under his captive slut and removes 1 weight. Now there are only 3, but only one guy who hasn’t cum. The extra 2 ounces are for the penalty she received for not.