I had really lost control, for a while. Hearing our sons jerking off and talking about Mary Ann and me in my own living room had pushed me over the ed...e. And I still felt pretty good about my afternoon masturbation being the thing that kicked all of this off. But I wasn't prepared to make myself that vulnerable again so soon.So, the little flash video camera containing my horny display was locked away in the safe in my bedroom, to be retrieved another time. However, there was still Mary Ann's. I had a clear view of the cells across from me as the egg moving to from one cell to the next. The captives fought the attacks, but the results were always the same. As for me I was on a forced regiment of forced millings and feedings. I tried to start a hunger strike, but when I refused to mount the hated feeding/milking machine a voice came over the speaker telling me that my noncompliance was not an option. My pain collar started a sequence of increasing punishments. When I attempted to stop. I just stood there for a moment soaking up the sunshine, thinking how beautiful it was.I suddenly remembered that I was not alone. I glanced just in time to see my friend execute a fine dive from a large rock into the water round the side of the cove. Next minute he was swimming a powerful breaststroke towards the beach. I fancied running naked up the beach as he had done so sprinted off enthusiastically. It felt wonderful; the freedom of it, just running for the joy of it; the warm sand under. Oooohhh". Our coupling was intense, frenzied, and b**stly as we both worked toward each other's release and I could feel her coming closer and closer as she encouraged me along. I reached underneath her and found her clit, swollen and protruding, and could feel my hard shaft moving deep inside her. I fondled it, tenderly at first, then furiously as she began to moan. "Oh baby, keep doing that, you're gonna make me cum...". Her breathing became ragged and choppy as I continued to pump in and out.