******** Tammy knew she was taking a risk by sneaking off to Tom’s house after supper. She’d made some lame excuse like she wanted to hang out wit... friends for a little while. Ten minutes later the nubile nymph was knocking at Tom’s door. When the door opened, she slipped inside and practically attacked him on the spot. “Hurry! Get me into that bed and fuck my brains out! Anything! Be quick! I’ve only got an hour!” He started to say something and she cut him off. “Don’t waste time talking! Just. He released her ass, and she impatiently reached between them to grasp his manhood, positioning it at the entrance to her desperate sex. His hand gripped her wrist, immobilizing it (and her) with only the tip of his glans still teasing her eager channel. She whined with desire, straining to draw him inside despite the strength of his resistance.“Beg me to fuck you,” he growled.Éowyn writhed, trying to impale herself on his spear but unable to dislodge his restraining hand. “Yes. Yes! I beg you. ”“Boring. So... How can you throw a ball as hard as you can and have it come back to you, even if it doesn’t bounce off anything, there is nothing attached to it, and no one else catches or throws it back to you?“I pondered it. “Throw it straight up in the air.”“You’re no fun, Lightfoot.”It was time to move. “Stay here,” I ordered Callie. “Don’t even open the door.”“How long will you be? Is it dangerous?”“Fifteen minutes or so. There’s no danger. While I’m gone, figure this one out. If you feed. "Why did you do it?" asked Martha."Oh, I was bored and I thought that as Hugo had let Jon have me before, and had offered me to Dina..."She was interrupted by Martha saying, "I don't mean your petty fun; that was nothing. Why did you try to take over the planet in your first, what is it, six weeks? Making a switch in labour availability from mining to food production wasn't a minor matter, and Andrew is not one to under-estimate his chances of success. We could all go hungry if his plans don't.