Six years running black ops in the jungles of Latin America taught him to wake and respond at the slightest hint of trouble.His men were trained to sl...ep lightly. Max ran drills at all hours of the night to keep their instincts honed and sharp. Tonight they wore black urban assault gear and watched him with anticipation.Their faces were painted black to complete the pack's nighttime stealth abilities. Most carried a Heckler and Koch MP-5 submachine gun with EO Tech sights and a suppressor. I cried again and begged him: “Take it easy, you are killing me”But he was not smiling when he answered: “You wanted to be treated like a real slut, my white married bitch, well, here you go.”He continued fucking me so merciless I could hardly stay on my hands and knees as he continued plowing my pussy so hard.I again pleaded with him to take it easy, but he grabbed me by the hair and redoubled his v******e, fucking me even harder and faster.I started crying telling him he was hurting me but he. I couldn’t take my eyes off mom’s facial expressions while I was slowly fucking her, it was unimaginable and contagious. We both were breathing quite heavily and getting caught up in the moment. I started to give mom long hard strokes, her body shook every time my cock drilled her. Moms moaning were loud; she wasn’t that innocent tease I thought. My hard pounding triggered something in her as she joined me on the dirty talking also. There you go! OOUuhhh!! Mmmmm! Ohhh Yeahhhh! Oouuhhhhh. ” It was unmistakeably the voice of Montague, the captain of the pirate vessel that had hailed them earlier. “I don’t know why you’re shocked, or what difference it makes. Maintain course while we approach and dock. And I remind you, this ship is armed.”Rhys cut the transmission and turned to Cait, anger written across his face. The sensor screen had pulled up a profile of the Erebus: it was a sleek vessel, not dissimilar in design to the crablike appearance of the Chariot, but had more.