Fucking felt so good. At that moment, she wouldn’t have cared if her mother had walked in, and caught her fucking. She felt her wetness squirting ar...und his buried dick, as he rammed it even faster into her pussy, the wet spot on her bed was soaking through to her mattress.“You love fucking don’t you…. you’re a wild fuck, Bitch!” he groaned. “You loved your first come with my cock in your Tight Cunt!”“Ooooohh Yeah….” she groaned. “Fucking is better than anything!”He kept thrusting his cock into. I could see her lying there, helplessly far away in dreamland. It was a breeze to force the window and enter her house. The chloroform rag somewhat in front of her face at first, having her breath in the fumes while sleeping. When she woke up I pushed the cloth into her face, forcing her to inhale more and more. She was quite dazed by that moment already.And now she was mine. Almost at least. I cupped her face and pushed my lips against her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. The chemical. The others seemed frightened, shaking their heads. Disgusted, the woman sent them away. She watched, until they disappeared from sight, before turning back to him. She approached him, confidently; no longer afraid of him. Since she had given him no reason to fear her, Byron waited patiently for the woman to get close enough, so that he could see her. The woman stopped in front of him. “Ayla,” she said; voice rusty from lack of use. “You can understand me?” he said, incrediously. “Yes. We chose. " Why does that matter?" she asked."It may not," I replied, "but if, for instance, you would like to be able to take it to your, um, play area, I could put it on casters. Then you would have everything close at hand when you need it." I see," she smiled, and the look that came with that smile resurrected my flagging erection in a hurry. "Yes, by all means, let's put it on casters." And do you want to be able to see the contents without opening doors," I continued, "or would you rather they stay.