This ass of yours knows just what it wants.” The dildo burrows back inside my superheated ass, bumping against my prostate, sending the raw, corrupt...pleasure coursing back through me.“Fuck,” I grunt.“What’s that?” you ask sweetly.“Fuck me like you mean, dammit.”“Good boy.” You pat my ass and mirror the rhythm I employ when I’m close to nutting up your slutty asshole. Your hand glides along my shaft with renewed vigor and a litany of dark depravity spills from your voice. Things you want me to. It had razor-wire around the top and sides of the fence all along the length.It looks like the lock is rusted shut, and the hinges haven’t been usable in a decade.Along the bank of the river, I did see a lot of paws and boot prints. Among them were bare those from bare feet. Keeping myself from seeing the water in the river, I found out why. Someone had carefully moved rocks around under the surface of the water. They pushed up mud against them to make a thin walkway out into the river a few. The contact was very pleasant, especially after I had relieved some of the pressure on me with a visit to the unofficial fort bordello. This was run by the female head of the laundry and her crew of Negro women provided the stable for the brothel.Sally practically dogged my footsteps around the fort, and we often went riding together, but were careful to stay close to the fort. Maj. Kreiker was delighted that I was hanging around because of the glowing endorsement he had been given of me by. Then he stood there and waited."How did you know where I lived?" She looked down at the cat which just sat down and stared up at her as if saying, "well, going to open it up or should we discuss this here."She pulled out her key and opened the lock on the door pushing it open. She was going to drop her stuff, pick up the cat and take him outside to leave him. Just at that minute, the door to the apartment down the hall, the apartment that housed the landlord's new girlfriend, opened. Shaia.