The rigid length of his fat prodder pressed against her hindcheeks, throbbing and virile. He whispered, "Relax!"She did. His cock-crown nuzzled the mo...th of her rectum. She went all watery. The tight ring of her sphincter went flaccid, admitting the knob-like tip of his prick."Ohhhhhhh!" She moaned as the engorged rod of his sex slid into the haven of her rear channel. Never before had she felt so full. She was the compete sex object. Her body was a receptacle for the bludgeoning mass of their. "He never finished his sentence. A huge flash occurred by the wormhole generator. The smoke cleared quickly, but Picard had disappeared.-- ROME A.D. 31 --"Quis est, Matrilla?"Who is it, Matrilla?"Nescio, Miryam. Est vir calvus, inustitate vestitus."I don't know, Miryam. He's a bald man instrange clothes."Estne mortuus?"Is he dead?"Non credo."I don't think so.Matrilla and Miryam both poked at Picard with their fingers trying to get a reaction. Matrilla was the older of the two; a corpulent. The warm skin in contact with my – apparently – bare chest had a different effect, though equally disorienting: a sudden rush of memories swept over me, of buttons popping and fabric tearing and desperate, violent kisses and bare skin touching mine – and that voice, the one that was so aggravating me at the moment, whispering dirty things in my ear while I completely fell apart.I cracked one eye open, hoping against hope that I was wrong – that I’d had some sort of psychotic break, and the. Then I felt something cool and wettish, sliding down between my legs and up against my rear-end. “Just relax…” It pushed up against my anus. I tried to clench my ass muscles to stop it from entering, but every time I tightened up, the finger left my clit. Whimpering in frustration, I gave in and let her push the object into me. Further and further… and the deeper it went, the more pressure was brought to bear on my clit. Why wasn’t I saying something? Why was I.