With that thought, she tightened down more on him, making him push up slightly with his hips, wanting more. She put her hands on his chest and starte... a rocking motion, breathing harder with each moment passing. She could feel it building, that slight pressure that turned into pleasure when she played with herself in bed at night. Just as she was about to cum, and from the movement and moans of him too, she felt the bunk move and she woke up with a start.. Breathing heavily, and sweating,. .. my husband. I just ... can’t resist ... this.”“No ... I ... like ... husband.” David practically roared the words. Several of the women in the room flinched as they watched him take their friend.Confused, with another orgasm on the way, Caroline looked back at the savage youth with questioning eyes. What did he want? “You’re better than him. Is that what you want to hear? You’re much better than my poor Bernard. I ... ugh...” He hit a spot deep inside her. “I thought it was ... ugh ... good. The naked blonde tried to avoid showing the horror she was experiencing as she listened to this madman coldly describe doing the most terrible things to other women who like herself had fallen into the hands of the monsters that operated this organization. "On Independence Day last year I used gunpowder to trace an outline of our glorious country onto the body of a teenaged girl from somewhere in central America who had been working here as a prostitute. She was obviously no loss to our. " I have enjoyed your hospitality Sigurd and look forward to building trade rather then enmity in the future, so be it that none of your hordes descend on Scotland!"There was no arm clasping between them as Scott and Helfe clambered into the small boat, followed by Scott's still nervous men. Helfe waved at her father and mother as the boat rowed across the harbour to Scott's ship, but it was telling that there was no answering wave from the shore.The Scots didn't waste time before hoisting.