Bob gave her what she needed. His little pecker was big enough for her. His tongue helped. She got herself some sex toys to help keep her satisfied an... the occasional cucumber. One night when Bob got home from going somewhere – he was always going somewhere – Jan had a surprise for him. When he went into the bedroom there was Jan naked on the bed with a huge cucumber going in and out of her hot love tunnel. Jan was moaning with delight. Do you like watching me fuck this cucumber baby? You know. She moaned, reached over, and started exploring the length and girth of his dick with a tentative hand.Quickly, as he kept kissing her chapsticked lips, his fingers skittered up her skirt and found the wetness he knew was there. He spread those lower lips apart while kissing and tonguing her. Being as gentle as he needed to be. "You're so nasty, Mister," she whispered in his ear. "Do that some more. Ohmigod, you're such perv!"David never considered pulling his prick out for himself. He let her. Without realizing it, survival had become Carrie's prime motive. Nothing else really mattered. Already, she was extremely thirsty. Hungry, too. Would he feed her? Give her something to drink before he raped her again?Bound naked and spread-eagled on a plastic-covered mattress, she tested her restraints for the umpteenth time. They weren't uncomfortable - fleeced-lined, he'd said - but lying in the same position all day had produced body aches.Her eyes moved around the sparsely decorated room.. Ah well, she wasn’t much, but she was his.That’s what made the capture and enslavement of Alexis so amazing, his raison d’etre—or so he had thought. Now that she seemed to be within his grasp, he hadn’t felt the satisfaction which is why he’d let her go. He’d thought that prolonging the capture might make him feel better. It did, that was certain. He was looking forward to how she’d react to the next set of impulses he’d implanted instead of implanting her with his seed.Even still, something.