. OH.. GGHHAAAA.... CUMMINGGG... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"The sensation is so intense, I ask.. then beg.. him to stop. "No.. Stop.. No more... I can't take...anymore.. don't... please.. don't... "Carl ignores me. His cock is hard as steel and he's close to cumming. There's no way he's going to stop fucking me just because I ask him to. Again and again, over and over, he rams in and out of my throbbing cunt."NO.. please.. Don't.. I can't...aaahhhhhh.... no... ugh ugh ... UGH .. UGH.. OOHHHH GAWD....... To round out the picture was the pair of young females watering down the oxen that had been pulling the wagon on the far side of the campfire that had a pot of what looked like real coffee just waiting for his arrival.He looked in all directions real careful but there were no men to be seen and he suspected the leader of this bunch was flat on his back in the wagon unable to oversee their actions and give directions like men tend to do in such circumstances.The old lady saw him first and she. Looks like Trip took the brunt of it," Reed reported just two minutes later, when the medics and Dr. Phlox arrived."No spinal injuries," Phlox summarized after hovering his scanner over the fallen Commander. "Load him on the stretcher and off to sickbay. Where are the other casualties?"Captain Archer, Lt. Reed and Commander T'Pol filed into the ready room."What's the status?" the captain asked."Commander Tucker, Lt. Rostov and Ensign McInally are in sickbay. Severe damage to the EPS grid, but. He’s a well-built 40-something man, slight graying to his dark brown hair. He has the heir of a true Master. Confident without being cocky, with that sense of control that no emergency could shake. I feel that little tingle between my thighs start just being in his presence. The office is large with a sitting area. As I look another slave dressed in a nearly identical manner to the one that guided me is quietly cleaning. After a minute or two Master John rises from his desk and.