Penis? That sounds odd. What should I call it?" You can call it my cock, if that sounds better." Okay, give me your cock! I want it now!" Aren't you a...raid?" Yes, a little," she whined, "but I want it so bad ... Please give it to me ... just be gentle, will you?"I was gentle, but even without her hymen, she still had some discomfort. There hadn't been anything or anyone in her vagina since the night of her brutal rape, so she was still as tight as a virgin. Only persistence and copious amounts. Shit!! That bottle looks just like a 7” erect cock. Man! Indian women had to be creative those days as sex toys were not a thing yet!I knew what was to happen next as she started to rub the slimy bottle on her wet, dripping pussy slowly..and gently. After a few minutes, she slowly started to insert the “cock” into her love-hole enjoying and taking time on every millimeter of insertion.It was completely in now, she was bursting with pleasure, I could see her eyeballs tearing up and her mouth. Also, I really wanted to get the footage from DEFENSTRATOR, Melissa’s story, and all that had happened back to my House Council as quickly as possible.It would take my report at least two days to be sent by Pulse to House Donovan’s private Pulse Receiver, and then another two days to get back any reply, even if they responded to the message instantly, which was unlikely despite the priority tag I had put on it. So, we were going to spend the better part of a week or more docked at Geghast. At. It appears thet he’s got the itch so take him in the house and do whut yew know ter help thet.”I was puzzled as she led me to the couch and got me another beer and knelt down in front of me. Her little hand grasped my shaft, then her head bent over the top and I felt a hot little mouth engulf my mushroom head. OMG it felt good! Then she started working on it. Shit! I hadn’t had a blow job so well done in years. She hummed as she played my skin flute and I told her. “It’s coming”. She nodded her.