She drew her fingers out of Karen's sex just long enough to fold a third in with them, arranging the tips in a little triangle and sliding the new tri...let into Karen's quivering sheath. Karen again gave a barely contained cry as she felt herself being opened even more by the increased girth of Miranda's invading fingers, and tightened her fist in her hair, as she did whenever a self-induced orgasm threatened to break. She opened her eyes, staring hazily at the little dome in the corner, and. She was completely shaven and even on the outside she was dripping wet. Somehow my actions had aroused her and she just squirmed in her seat but did nothing to stop my actions. I was encouraged by that and wormed a finger into her dripping wet hole. She gave a little start and looked at me angrily. "Somebody might see this," she blurted out drunkenly. She looked around the crowded club and then back at me laughing when she realized that nobody was looking. She shook her head and she opened her. Even her nose and ears had the deep craters and the skin she had left looked reddened and hard, like scar tissue. I smiled at her and she turned quickly and went back to the bar, hips swinging, hair bobbing."Ever seen the like?" asked the man behind me, poking me with his gun. "She were a pretty thing when she was young, right smart too." Pox took off her whole family 'cept her," said the big man who called himself a captain.We talked and argued for a few minutes, and the blacksmith came in,. “You ready?” he asked with a surprisingly gentle tone. My breath was rapid and desperate and I couldn’t even form the words. I simply met his gaze with mine and nodded. He then moved his hips toward me as he slipped his fingers out and I felt his warm head press against my quivering sphincter. I drew in a sharp breath as he slowly -- ever so slowly -- slid his hard cock inside of me.After every inch, he would pause for a moment before inserting a little more. I gratefully accepted his shaft.