The last contact I had had with him was a note the morning he left my house saying ‘Well that was different. Speak soon.’ I had thought about that...night a lot. It had been so incredibly sexually charged I was still ‘spilling seed’ at the memory of that drunken evening.Lying in bed at night I often found my hand wandering to my cock, slowly massaging it as I imagined what Craig might be up to. Whose bed he was in. Whose mouth he was in. Whose cunt he was in. I could still visualise his oversized. The place seems rather dark and morbid, and he shudders.Then one of the guards shoves him forward into the room. As he staggers and gets his bearings, the doors are swung shut behind him. He turns to look behind him when he hears a gentle voice from the chair."Do you know why you're here, human?" The voice is feminine and soft."My ship was captured by you assholes. I won't become one of you animals!" He growls, wringing his hands, still trying to fight the shackles on his wrist.The chair slowly. I like it too. I had a girlfriend who lived for this position. She tensed her legs so tight when she came she nearly cracked my head like a walnut. And I loved every minute of it. But try this: You’re lying on your back while she straddles your face, essentially the "sit on my face" position. It enables her to grind her pussy into your face as hard as she likes, which is always a treat. It also lets you easily reach up and play with her breasts. Holding hands is nice and tender, too, if you’re. My little body convulsed on the bed and slowly settled down. They let go of me and I collapsed on the bed, my legs still wide open.Another pair of lips kissed me. I opened my mouth to accept the tongue of a stranger. I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled him to me. I wanted attention, my body was on fire and I wanted men to do things to it. At this point I didn’t really care what, just touch me, kiss me, bite me, anything. He kept kissing me and I felt another tongue between my.