He knew that I needed him inside me, but something inside me refused to yield. Eventually, I had to. My face was flushed with both the pleasure and lu...t he was making me feel, but also the shame of what I knew I had to do. ‘Please,’ I begged, ‘Tom fuck me, please…’ He licked and probed me for a second or two more before his smiling face came into view. He knew he’d won, and that my pleading had been not only a victory for him, but a submission from me. I was his now, his woman, and he was going. “Well, girls! No more fucking sitting around enjoying yourself,” barked Ralph. “It’s back to the fucking shop floor with you two. And no fucking shirking off either, you bitches! Don’t think that a bit of fun upstairs brings you whores any fucking special privileges.” Buttercup and Tracey were then led back to the shop floor, semen still over their faces and dripping down their thighs, through a cordon of male office-workers who leered and grinned lasciviously at them as they passed by. One. Malok warned me that the two unmated men might be sent to my camp to secure it before the false shaman arrived to corrupt my family. Soya told me that Jonta, Sula and her would be ready with bows. Sonya was a good shot at fixed targets. When we were kids, we used to have archery contests out in the woods. When we had hunted the other day, I tried her and (not) surprisingly Soya picked up the skill immediately. Still, as I found, shooting moving targets was far more difficult than shooting fixed. She was wearing a long thin dress and judging by the bounce of her breasts, ample side-boobs on display, nipples trying to drill through the front, I guessed that the dress was all she was wearing. As she lifted a leg to kiss Sir John I could see her pussy lips through the thin material.“John, John,” the woman said as she turned to look at us, “You’ve excelled yourself again; these 2 young ladies are magnificent. Where do you find them?”Sir John laughed then introduced us as BP and SB.“You like.