Does he have any hobbies?" As a matter of fact he's an American History buff. His focus is the southwest, especially the migration and settlement of t...e west." Is that where your mom got it from?" Uh huh. But she didn't focus on the southwest." What about Harri, how did they meet?" They ought to tell you that. They met in college under pretty unusual circumstances."His look told me it was quite a story."Oh, no. You can't do that to me. You don't tell me there is a wonderful story and refuse to. With them it was like a compliment to her. With Charlie it was degrading and he made her feel used. With him it didn't stop with the visual violations. He started accidentally brushing against her--an arm brushing her tit or finding an excuse to squeeze past her in a tight place so his hand could brush against the curve of her shapely ass--nothing she could swear was on purpose, but it happened too often to be otherwise.Even that she could have handled, but she still shuddered when she flashed. With that bit of success, I was able to establish a routine: just before retiring each evening, I'd carry a small handful of candies into the cockpit and eat one or two. The rest I'd leave in the cockpit, close to the main hatch. I've been doing that for about a week now, and I when I am very still, and listen very carefully, I can tell when she comes aboard.Tonight, instead of actually racking out, I'll take up a station in the cabin, where I can see into the cockpit.I've seen her twice now,. “How many, Maria Pardo? How many cocks have penetrated your holes, how many litres of semen have you swallowed, have been deposited deep inside you? Mmm?”Maria shook her head, even though she must have realised it was a rhetorical question. Her body was arched back against him as he eloquently described her depth of depravity.“Does it get you excited, Maria? Does it get you wet to hear me tell you just how big a slut and whore you are? Let’s see...”The bondage master let one hand slide slowly.