. hers was the charm of an old bordello whore. Clearly she'd been cut, but not by a surgeon. There was a jagged mark beneath her collarbone. There was...a crescent shaped scar that I somehow knew was from a broken bottle. Bar room brawl or sadistic lover, the scar had a story all it's own, I was sure. I wasn't sure if it was better than the story that accompanied the bruises on her wrists. It looked as if she was just recovering from a nasty rope burn. There was another variety of burn on her. It was feeling like I would have an orgasm at that point and it did as he did not cum while I did things fastly for several minutes. This was the second orgasm I received in three days. I was feeling so light and so much pleasure at that time.I peed there a little too as he looked at me while smiling and telling, “Now you are a certified whore, Gunnu. Look how well you rode on my dick and cum. Now let’s change the position and make me cum too.” It was now the doggy style. I was on the sofa and. “What ... we’re alive? Where are we?”“Looks like we both survived the impact but the ship is totaled. We need to secure what supplies we can and head out before someone comes looking.”“Wait, wait,” she said, holding her head in her good hand, the other dangling unnaturally at her side. “We need to stay here, right? That’s what they say you’re supposed to do, wait for rescue.”“The only ships that are going to come for us have much less charitable motivations, now find a pack and fill it up with. .." She was going to figure out this puzzle. She placed thematerial up against his nipples, they stiffened a bit, but again nofull-body response."Maybe it only works like that on women?" Derek offered, disappointedhimself that his experience wasn't going to have the same intensity. "Ormaybe it only works once?"She wasn't ready to give up so moved back down to his crotch, flatteningthe material out in the palms of her hands and then using part of thesheet of blue plastic material she had formed.