.. or maybe I was beginning to see the crazy bitch’s point... but I nodded. ?Ah, another pathetic American man learning his place. Now I’m very, v...ry horny....? She pulled the cock out of my ass, and after some rustling, she walked over me and showed me the strapon that she had fucked me with, with her not wearing it. ?Open your mouth.? I complied, and she put the cock in my mouth and reached around, attaching the strapon to my head as she unlocked my bonds. I decided this was my last chance,. One at a time, each woman was taken by a guard out of the hangar, and into the adjacent building where she was led through corridors and up many stairs until she was left in a small room containing only a bed, a chair, and chamber-pot. A small window mounted high in one wall was heavily barred to prevent escape.Putting the chair onto the bed and climbing precariously up, Lady Johnson managed to hang on to the bars and to peer out of the window. She seemed to be on the top floor, the former. I had brought a beach towel from the hotel room to spread out on the sandy beach, claiming my piece of paradise. Looking up and down the length of the beach, I saw that the place was busy, but not overly crowded. January was a popular time for the tropical islands, when folks wanting to escape the colder climates came here to warm up and enjoy some sunshine. With this length of beach directly across from some of the bigger hotels, it was prime real estate for sun worshippers. As I made my way. She lets out a small cry as you take her womb, a place no other has ever been. You reach up and grab two handfuls of her hair and begin to plow her fertile field. You hammer into her, all of your frustration, all of your lust, all of your twisted emotions flow out of you through your cock. Savagely you take her, her eyes pressed shut. You don't know if she knows it is you or not, neither do you care. Your only thoughts are your prick sawing away inside your woman. Your fertile woman...Your.