“From the very few words that tight-lipped Malakaian Captain of ours shared with me the first day I was ‘recruited’ almost half a revolution ago... I still haven’t been able to glean anything as to why I was chosen. And I’ve been unable to get anything out of his four damned Chayot ... they are more like freakin’ sphinxes than pilots. I mean, they don’t even want to talk about flying that crazy ship they picked me up in!”“Actually, I am surprised Captain Armoniel vas given permission to use it to. Jamal held back and wouldn’t enter in any further. My wife squealed and bucked trying to get more inside her. Whatever power Jamal had over my wife it was sure working, she wanted his nigger cock bad and I was willing to let her have it. As if I could do anything about if I wanted. Jamal reached forward and grabbed the hair on the back of her head pulling it and forcing her chin up as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy. She let out the loudest grunt and groans as her body spammed in. He laid me on the bed and went back to licking my nipples. He moved himself down and started licking my clit. He inserted his fingers inside me and asked, “You like this?” I spread my legs farther apart and moaned, "Yes." As he took turns between licking and sucking my clit and fingering my cunt, I exploded again. He didn’t stop. “Please,” I tried to pull his head up. “Please fuck me,” I whispered.He smiled and stood up from the bed and began to remove his clothes as I took the jean skirt. I draw Alys close to me, tucking her hand under my arm. The men look bored as if they don't get much work.I can only hope that they aren't given a chance to do something.Once again I hear Alys whimper, she recognizes something in the room. I follow her gaze to the end of the room where a dais has been set up. The gold inlay on the platform gleams in the heavy candle light. The hardwood platform holds up what looks like a gold painted throne.The thing that gets my attention is the man sitting on.