I gaged as it hit my throat, but he didn't seem to care. He didn't let the cock out of my mouth, so I had spit and drool spilling out the sides of my ...outh as I fought to contain the 9 inch b**st. He kept pushing it a half inch at a time, more and more... and to my surprise, it kept going in my mouth. I just got ass ****d and now my mouth was getting abused. I could taste cum. I could taste ass. I could taste his sweat. I could smell his pubes as he started going deeper into my mouth. "Ya. Tonightthe brain in his head had won out over the other one, which in his casewas rare.Mark got up and walked to Mialing's table and placed his chips on thetable. He moved one into the betting area."Back to try your luck again?" she asked with her melodious voice.Mialing's voice was as pretty as she was, like honey in the wind."Yes, I decided you were good luck for me and thought I would try again."Mark was the only player and he lost his first hand. Other players seatedthemselves at the table. I was hungry, but only my body, and my mind was but dimly aware of the need for food. It had been three days since I'd last been home and slept with my brothers. They'd tried to follow me when I'd left, Bandy leading them in their chase as I ran off. I'd led them away from the den, of course, and the dogs rarely ventured so far into the forest anyway, but I was always cautious and protective of my mate.I'd lost them finally, smiling at the sounds of their frustrated barks and unhappy baying.. “Thank you,” I whisper to the clouds. Then I shout up the stairwell, “I’ll make you hot tea.” I have a single room with a bathroom attached to it. As I heat up some water in the kettle, she stands by the bed awkwardly, shivering, with her hands clenching her sides. I try to keep her in good spirits but she’s hardly focused on my words. “You okay?” I ask. “Cold…” she says, staring at nothing in particular. “You gotta get those wet clothes off,” I say. “But do you have anything I can wear?”.