It was far better to be considered a perverted male with a pretty face than just another female captive available for any male of the clan with a need...for a hole to fill.Alicia asked if he minded being a cum-bucket for Boroth but she just laughed and said,"If he cannot have your flanks, my lady, then I suppose it is better he rides me in the safety of his own home than to be bothering the married women or the other men's female slaves."That managed to shut Alicia's mouth on that subject because. . You ‘ave no idea...”She scratches her fingers up and down his hairy spine and he arches his back, clearly loving the attention.“How excited are you?” Checks Charley.Cate doesn’t stop hugging and scratching the giant animal whilst she ponders her answer. “I dunno ... Pretty excited ... About ... Eight inches excited...” She laughs at her own comment.“More like ten...” Corrects Charley. “Plus the knot.”Cate stops scratching Goliath for a second, her eyes opening wider – then smiles broadly,. This was a choice piece and I knew that I should have to arrange thingsso that I could take my time with her or it would all be wasted. I watchedher and her family for some time. She had a younger sister, about eight,and every Saturday morning her mother, not a bad-looking bitch herself,took the k** out for about four hours leaving at about nine o'clock. Asthe husband was often away for days at a time this seemed ideal. Ifollowed the mother and the k** on two Saturday mornings to the. We were proud to be Marines! There was a group of battle-seasoned noncoms standing there and they quickly disabused us of any notion that we were real Marines.Looking back at it, the two most important things in boot camp were our rifles and our drill sergeant. We had to immediately memorize our serial number and woe be to the man that forgot it. I remember one thing I thought at the time was funny. One of the recruits goofed up and called his rifle a gun. The sergeant stared him down and then.