It's hard, you need it so badly and the comments from the people watching you finger and tease your pussy aren't helping. ?God, look at how wet she i..., she fucking loves this.? A woman says, ?Before we're done with her, I'm going to eat her!? ?Never mind her pussy, look at that ass, I'm going to fuck that, I bet she'sreally tight!? The last comment nearly sends you right over the edge, so close in fact that you have to stop touching yourself completely, looking up at mewith pleading. I’m Doug Jackson,” he said.“Yes, you are,” smiled the small-framed dude. “I’m Armand. Dr. McKelvy-Welch is expecting you. She’ll be out in a moment. You can have a seat over there. Would you like some water or coffee?”“Coffee if you don’t mind.”“You know I don’t mind,” Armand flirted subtledly. Armand poured a cup and asked, “Sugar or creamer?”“Nah. I take it black,” Doug replied.“Me too, Coming right up.”Armand Leon Sullivan Harrell walked the coffee cup over to Doug.Douglas Jackson studied. Some of the local wildlife was protected and above all, the natives were restless. Some were homicidal maniacs, frequently the source of the damsel's distress. The hero's reward was unique, an opportunity to impregnate the damsel after her rescue in a place referred to as "Crossroads." Apparently the hero had the assistance of a female "Caretaker" on Crossroads for mission selection and post-mission recovery if required."Rules for Caretakers" looked like the longest document of the batch so. She spread her legs a little farther apart and let his fingers explore every part of her thighs and her cunt.She leaned closer to him because she could hardly stand any more. Her legs were weak and rubbery and she gasped as his middle finger found her cunt hole and dived into the moistening and thickening tissues.He prodded harder and then she had to sit. She could no longer stand.She leaned to him and he picked her up and sat her bare ass on the cool porcelain of the wash basin.She felt the.