What you do think?’ She pulled her head off his cock for a moment to answer. ‘I think you’re right, doctor.’ Soon he began to grunt. ‘Swallo... it all,’ he said. She dutifully obeyed, slowing her rhythm down until she released him and looked up for approval. He patted her head. ‘Good girl.’ She smiled proudly. ‘Now stand in front of the couch.’ She got up and stood before him. ‘Anthropological chickens,’ he said. Ms. Russo collapsed onto the couch behind her. ‘Good,’ said the doctor. ‘Now, you. She laughed at my reply, turning back to the eggs. "Get yourself some coffee, it'll help. I want to go to the beach with you."After a fast shower, I was already feeling much better. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I threw some beach suitable shorts on, and met Kaitlin in the hallway leading to the front door. "I'm gonna change too!" Kaitlin whipped past me into my room, already pulling off her shirt. My dick moved at the sight of her bare back before she closed the door. Wishing I had jerked. Her slit didn’t get the time to adapt to his weapon. He drilled it into her as hard as he could. and every time his balls hit her cunt she had to fight back her tears. A little later he pulled back and helped her out of the chair. She was glad that he wanted to undress her himself. Now she had the time to catch her breath from that merciless fuck a couple of moments ago. He sat down in the chair and told her to climb on top of him and stick his throbbing apparatus inside her cunt. Slowly her. Acceptable feeding stock all but impossible to find, and what, I should just let them all march north, up and out of the territories?”I stared at her disbelievingly.“Is that what you think?” I asked incredulously, “why would a man leave the woman that gave him his freedom. Most of these guys love their wives, how could they abandon them?”“Why else would they want freedom if not to leave, to return home?” she retorted in a voice I found to be sincere.“Men crave freedom,” I said simply, “in this.