'Much bigger'....'Has this ever satisfied you?'...'Never' she replies again.I don't want to come yet as I need more of this. 'Slap me for it being too...small? I ask. She takes her left hand from my cock and gives me a slap across the face. 'Harder' I ask again and she obliges with more power. She moves her hand again and takes my cock. 'Its getting a bit bigger now, but still not hard enough for me'. She holds it and I see her judgement on her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play. The blunt hungry head of his hot cock left my wet cunt and pressed instead against my tight uninitiated arse. My breath caught in my throat. It was what I'd asked for, but it was really happening and that was amazingly scary. "Degrade me," I'd told him online, "just use me. But you have to make me come."He tried to press into me, slowly, painfully. I gave a short cry and felt myself jerk away from him. One of his hands gripped my hips, the other held his cock stiff so it could enter me. . Sergeant Budzinski called Clark to verify that everyone was aboard and secured for FTL. Clark, Budzinski and the four squad leaders were to occupy the marine quarters in the bridge area of the ship during the short two-week jump to Demeter.Asimov had hardly been in hyperspace for six hours when a voice broke the stillness in the Barcino CIC that followed the alarm announcing a ship exiting hyperspace. "Good day, Azahar Control. This is Will-o-Wisp requesting approach vectors and orbit. Men and horses started to drop left and right, Jim could see.A new cornet signal sounded. Lord Cardigan, in the lead, changed into a canter, and the Brigade followed suit. Jim saw the 17th Lancers to their left, their lances still held upright, like knights of old.They were only two hundred yards away from the Russian artillery when Cardigan's Cornet blew the charge. Cornet Chamberlayne rose in his stirrups while he repeated the charge signal for the troop. Decimated they were, but they charged.