I have to see you again,” I whispered.“You want to see me again?” she whispered.“More than anything.” Sharon could feel my now rock hard coc... pressing up against her, as her hand moved down to feel it, giving it a squeeze.“Mmmmm. I don’t think you want to see me, I think you want to fuck me, don’t you Jon?” she purred. I nodded.“I’m a married lady, my husband is downstairs, and you come in here with your big hard cock trying to fuck me,” she said, trying to be outraged. She might have had me. But the wound would easily open when the next fight started. She would need to finish Patti quickly."I was so sure she had you beaten at one stage. I'm so sorry I doubted you. You are wonderful, Francine. Really you are. I'm so glad I was brought here, because otherwise I'd not have met you." The same goes for me, darling. If we ever go back to Earth, it must be together. I never want us to be apart again!" I suppose we'll be apart after the knife fight. Except when I come to whip you tonight. It was 7:30 when she pulled up in front of the man’s house: she’d had to pullover to control her sobbing more than once. Getting out of her car she walked purposefully up the steps to the middle class ranch style she’d visited just the day before.She waited. The man was ill; it might be a moment.The door opened. “Abigail! You found him didn’t you?” he said.“Yes, Aaron, I did. I came as soon as I got back so I could report to you. I haven’t even been home yet,” said Abigail.“Come in, come in,”. The moment I sat on his lap what I could feel was his rock hard monster dick. He put his left hand on my left thigh and started caressing them. The road we where traveling looked so unfamiliar.“Where are we going, guys?” I asked.“To my place,” said John.“It’s too late I gotta go home,” I said.“Oh. I thought I could show you my place so that you could come again.”“Ok fine. But can any of you guys give company to me while I return home?”“We both will, dear,” said Joseph as he put his right hand.