At least he appeared to have some respect for women. That is until he got a glimpse inside his head and saw the list of skills he had cursed himself w...th. True, he had a vast array of office skills, but it was the hoard of sexual skills and tricks and the craving to be dominated, that shocked Devin. "Boy is his wife going to have a heyday with him when he gets home," he thought. Not that any of the others were any better.Devin then cast forth the final part of the spell which gave their wives. "A pile of shit!" Delios told Mikele. "Not worth my while hauling them to Iberica. Couldn't trade them for a steak sandwich." He kicked over a pile of stacked rifles."Trophies?" Mikele suggested. "You put them in a room and trade folks a clip of standard ammo for a look." Y'reckon? Shit, look at the mechanisms on these things?" he clicked his tongue."Sir?" Alexander tried to interrupt. "I wish to speak to your commanding officer?" Whoa!" cried Delios. "What's that? It's shiny!" Ah, that's a. Again after 10 15 minutes she wanted to me to fuck her choot in a same way so she sat beside me and took my rod in her hand and started masturbating it again with one hand and rubbing her choot with her other hand and encouraging erection in my cock and in her choot. And then I came up and fucked her in choot shooting with my thick rod for another 15 minutes and she took all my sperm in her choot hole. I fucked her another three times and it was 3.00 am and both of us tired fucking and slept in. Und dann war da natürlich der Fahrer, erinnerte sich Rebecca. Aber sie beachtete den Mann im dunkelblauen Anzug am anderen Ende des Stagecoach-Busses kaum.Vor Langweile gähnend, strich Rebecca ihr langes dunkles Haar zurück und wollte gerade ein Nickerchen machen, als sie Druck auf ihre Blase spürte. Sie warf einen Blick auf die große, schmale Tür, die zum „Waschraum“ führte, und schüttelte sich. Sie hatte immer Geschichten über Buswaschräume gehört. Wie unhygienisch sie waren. Rebeccas Mutter.