The handsome young Scythe brought her back to his camp. She was quite shocked to see women there. Of course. Women and children. The families of these...wild horsemen. She was surprised at the women and the men. The men were not the brutes that she thought. They seemed to genuinely care for their wives and children. The wives of the Scythe saw themselves as the valued members of a tribe rather than as slaves. They cared for their men and loved them. The sight of a woman happily embracing her male. ” They drove the next half hour in almost complete silence, each lost intheir own thoughts. The long driveway led to a Victorian house with a spacious lawn. MarieClair was excited to see such a grand house. Many questions rattled in hermind, but she resolved to keep them to herself and just follow directions untilshe got to know the Hardmans better. As if reading her mind, Dr. Hardman said, “Welcome to your new home, MarieClair. I’m sure you will enjoy your stay here. Just. Then it was a short cab ride to Kwong's apartment building.Upon arrival, Edward simply took my jacket and then escorted me directly to the guest room. Two minutes after that, Taylor strode in wearing nothing but a silk teddy and a skimpy thong.A few minutes after that, Taylor was moaning, "Spank me again..."With my hands gripping her hips and my cock rhythmically plunging in and out of her juicy snatch, Taylor rapidly climbed up to orgasm, shrieking loud enough that I swore I could heard her. Before the nation. I had to pump my futa-cum into her. My pussy clenched. I squeezed her trembling rump while my tongue plunged into her convulsing depths one final time.A preview for the delight about to engulf my cock.I lifted my face, her juices dripping off my chin. “Beg me to fuck your wife, Henry.”“Please, Becky!” he groaned. “Fuck my wife! Pound her! You have to plunge into her and make her cum! Put your futa-daughter into her belly!”Those words were incredible to hear. Licking my chops,.