She was thrashing her head over my chest her hair flailed outeverywhere her screaming cries of it was to big and it hurt so much yet she neveronce tri...d to get it out! She wanted fucked! And she wanted fucked good! And ever so damn slowly Ifelt tiny bit after tiny bit slip barely into her the whole my cock head now swallowedby the tightest damn pussy I'd ever had! And damn feeling what was in her beingabsolutely squeezed and milked and as if her pussy was quivering on my cockand the whole. I was slightly disappointed that there was no sexual tension or teasing by her. Usually my flirting works on almost everyone. I decided I would have to turn on my charm.I turned to Gwen and said, "So how do I look?"Gwen stuttered and stammered questioningly, "Well, um, good?" Really, just good?" I teased feigning hurt feelings.Gwen quickly reiterated, "Well great for a girl with a strap-on, but isn't that way too big?" God no, I have had bigger cocks then this in me before. I won't even fuck. They finally left disappointed as the pretty maid returned with my breakfast. Her actions were little better than the previous night and elicited no response from me. She shrugged again and left as I picked at my food.For the next week or so, just about every temptation and ploy was used but neither my cock nor my cunny responded to any of their ministrations. Eventually, a scientist from the observation team entered my cell to have a long chat. She tried to establish what my sexual preferences. “If you can get the lawns cut in that time, I‘ll do the edges when I get back. Is that okay?”“Yes, darling, that’s fine,” replied Eamon brightly, as his hopes were once more dashed.“Two can play these games, Frobisher,” she said aloud as she drove away from the house.Fifteen minutes later she pulled onto Hal’s drive.“The meat’s ‘Aberdeen Angus’ and aged twenty-eight days, just as madam requested,” said Hal, proudly producing the results of his errand. “I picked some for me and Ben, as.