He had now got two people helping him to rape me.The next two hours were a blur litterally as soon as Lucky entered me I was coming. Lucky seemed to k...ow exactly what ian wanted. Lucky was french kissing me and fucking me I must have come about eight times. Lucky Knotted in me and I could feel his warm semen shooting inside me. eventually I passed out completely.When I came round Luck was dragging me across the floor by the ankle. He dragged me backwards over the ottoman. I was splayed half on. The lack of traffic would surely be seen as suspicious and perhaps reported to the soldiers looking for us. Who knew, maybe Qoura could somehow sense my magic... “Have you found any food? I haven’t eaten anything in two days.” I asked.She nodded. “Yes. What do you want?”“Anything.”She left me to my thoughts.Leaving would be extremely dangerous, staying could or could not lead to a world of pain. Encountering danger outside this ship would leave me defenceless, while remaining here would mean no. He got on his feet and started to rub the underside of my cock on the underside of his, if my lungs were smaller they would have blown up when I took and epic breath and the moan of pure pleasure that followed. I was a puppet in his muscular and tanned arms, my will was null as his hands caressed me and his wet perfectly proportioned fingers started to enter my ass.-Hot, you are enjoying this new class, Martin, aren't you, oh...Yes, keep it coming, yes...- If he was going to finger my ass I was. It was a fine sunny day, so Heather was rather looking forward to her morning stroll across the fields to the petrol station shop, which was the nearest place she could go to buy groceries and a newspaper. But she couldn’t dawdle. She needed to be back at the cottage before the postman arrived. She was expecting a parcel and she didn’t want the hassle of having to drive fifteen miles to the nearest sorting office if she missed the delivery. Heather often considered this brief hour between.