‘Scream, my pet’ he whispered and she did. His finger slowly thrust in and out of her, frantically she tried to pull away from him. ‘Scream, and...you might live for more than one night.’ He whispered as his desire increased with every drop of silk laced softness that slid down over his fingers. The need to answer this instinct was much more than his hunger. He feed well on the heros that attempted to slay him. He could go months on the party that had met their doom here last week. They still. The hands and mouth and words were too. He took his fingers and touched and massaged my pussy, just stroking below my pussy a couple of times toward my ass. He didn't touch it. But he brushed it a couple of times. Every part of my body is eager for whatever he wants. We had plenty of time to enjoy one another and did. I crawled on top of him and slid his cock inside of me again. As I leaned over and let him suck on my breasts I ground down on him and let him in as deep as I could. He groaned in. I didn't really like them and neither did Anna but we decided to just try and avoid them when we could. It made us feel a bit high and mighty I suppose but we paid for that view oh did we pay!Anna had been enjoying the sun, absorbing the rays on the sun deck, she must have taken too much sun as the next morning she was feeling ill with a blinding headache. We had stopped at St. Maarten where after breakfast all the rest of us went ashore, leaving Anna in her bed feeling sorry for herself. I. Iforced myself to relax again and pushed harder against hisinvading fingers. This helped the pain subsided to a bearablelevel. I moaned into the pillow and taking that asencouragement, he pushed deeper. I whimpered, "Honey, that really hurts." "It'll be OK," he assured me. "Just relax and it will getbetter, I promise." "Alright, go ahead but I'm not sure this is gong to work,"I sniffled. After only a few minutes, the pain, while still there, wasnow being overshadowed by the.