Very turned on,” Maria murmurs.“Can we watch while we are both naked?,” she asks as she ogles Roger’s erection.Just as I remember Karl is a ve...y attractive man, in his late twenties I surmise with a good muscular body, (love his taut arse), and I can see he is well hung with a raging erection. Is it my naked body that has given him an erection, or is it my man’s naked body, I muse, excited that he is going to watch us fuck with an erection. Very excited actually. Just as I recall, without her. Lucy gasped. ‘You can’t do that, you have to be born into the slave classes. That’s illegal!’ Riddick found Lucy’s response hilarious, ‘Oh and holding a person prisoner for nearly a week and sexually torturing him isn’t illegal?’ He arched an eyebrow, ‘Lady, you have some strange ideas about what’s right and wrong.’ He took a mouthful of whisky, enjoying the burning sensation at the back of his throat and continued. ‘Look at it this way–you can either be mine, or be dead. It’s a real easy. As Rosita and I approached the gym, we saw Sean bursting through the doors into the counselor’s gym. We hurried inside, and ran through the double doors, afraid of what we may find. Sean was alone, putting weight plates on a barbell. As we entered, he stopped and turned toward us. “What the hell do you want?” He asked. Then his eyes drifted downward. “And why are you holding hands?”Rosita and I looked down. Our hands were clasped together, fingers interlaced. But we didn’t let go, instead we. Oh, but maybe not. After all, you must have enjoyed the way he fucked you with his fingers. Hmm? You did say you like it." N-no Daddy... I mean yes." I choked.Suddenly, my face was in his hands. He ripped me forward by my chin and stared me dead in the eyes. "Bitch! Fucking little slut! Let's see how you like this!"And he was inside me. His fingers ripping a swath of pain that made me cry out loud."Yes, just what I thought. The little whore likes it. You like my fingers touching you. You enjoy.