Also, he'd grown up in a culture that prized a man's virility, and the larger the number of c***dren he had, the more respect he had within the larger...community. Tomas and AMara's culture, on the other hand, was quite different in tat regard; and though Tomas' deliberate decision not to pass on his own genes was at odds with the way Omar thought of such a thing, he wasn't about to deny that there was an extremely powerful feeling of...exhilaration...at the thought of being the biological father. Mine was in a twenty-two-foot sport cruiser. It will have lapsed by now.”“I didn't know you sailed.”“Little Bay was where I grew up. I lived on the water until I was sixteen.”“Why did you stop?”She grinned. “Boys were more interesting. Since I moved to the city, I haven't thought of it, but I miss sailing.”“I have a crewman who lives onboard. He keeps the boat shipshape and in regular use. On weekends, I take her out by myself for some quiet.”“Except for the sounds of water lapping at the hull. She was still trembling. From pleasure or from the cold? I don’t know. Probably a little of both. She soon lifted her hand to reach for the back of mine, and press my face into her neck. Her breath was becoming more elaborate with every time she in- and exhaled the cold air. My left hand was now between her legs, directly touching her swollen labia. She was pressing her crotch into my hand with maximum pressure. I felt the first drops of her juices on my fingertips. I slowly parted her labia to. "As I came back to her, she bent me over exposing my ass again.Oh, please don't hurt me anymore, I thought, but was wise enough to keepmy trap shut."It's been a long time since you have had a good ass-raping, sissy. Doyou think you deserve one?"NOO! I wanted to scream with all my will, but I knew she already made upher mind, and fighting it would only earn me worse. So I answered, "Yes,Miss Cassia. I was selfish. I wasn't thinking of you. I deserve to bepunished. Please rape my ass. I need to.