He pressed his forehead against mine. His chain hung down, the warm silver brushing against me.“Please,” I said.He smiled.“You give me a dozen r...jections and then one tiny please? You can do better than that, Alessia.”He said my name like he always had done, dragging the ‘s’ into something fuller and more sexual. It made me feel so wanted, so different, so special.“Please,” I said again. “Pretty please. Please please please.”He pushed inside me unexpectedly, before more pleas had time to form. As my eyes meet his with his swollen cock inside my mouth he stares back at me the same way Gino looks at Brian. -That is good son, he says as I start bobbing my head up and down on whatever of his cock that I can fit inside my mouth. Meanwhile Dad leans over across my back and starts poking my butthole with his index-finger. He keeps applying saliva to his finger and smears it all over my hole, explaining that his cock will slide more easily if I am wet and ready. The more I lick and suck on. He was grateful that he had the space tohimself; it annoyed him to be forced into quarters with the lunaticsthat inhabited the institution. At least it had been quiet when he hadbeen alone in the cell. Not that it mattered anymore, he would beleaving in a matter of hours. After months in the psychiatric asylum hewould finally step out into the world again.He smiled as he heard the bolt being drawn back on the door. It would betime for him to go soon. He would no longer have to be cooped up. She agreed that we might as well as give them the grain since we’d never be able to use it before it went bad or was destroyed by rats. She nearly choked when I suggested the price we ask but agreed it was probably the only thing they had we really could use.Zhou nodded understandingly when Mei told him what we proposed. We would fill their ship with grain and fill a large oil tanker with crude oil. In return, we asked them to send us people--500 people for each ship. We didn’t want them to.