?I see you recognise what this is brat? he asked, I simply nodded not wanting to provoke him further. ?Tell me!? he demanded.?It’s a butt-plug Maste...? I whispered. He nodded, ?Yes it is, and I want to fuck you while you have it up your lovely ass. The choice is yours either accept it and I will be gentle and make sure that it is lubricated or you can struggle, in which case things will be very different.?I swallowed as I was really scared, I had never had anything up my bottom before and had. She crawled over. He grabbed her, “straddle me slut.” She lifted one leg over his. “Move up a bit.” She crawled forward. Then she felt his rigid cock touching her body. She stiffened imagining what he wanted her to do. “Time for you to go for a ride, girl, climb onboard and do it.” She lifted up a bit and straddled his cock. She felt him move his cock along her pussy. “This should be easier for you this time as you are well lubed up now, I can see cumm dribbling from you. Now get on. As long as we were here, I thought that we might as well find out how much trouble letting the men loose would be. If I could, I wanted to stay for four days and let half the crew go each evening. And, if it was at all possible to resupply we should. We were going to need to refill water barrels and food barrels, we were going to have to take that empty chest to the bank and fill it with the men’s pay, and we would need to make the rounds every morning that we were here to pick up our hung-over. “Legs together”, he growled in her ear. James could feel her shifting to comply with his demand. He pushed her shoulders down and levered himself up, as he began driving harder and deeper into her cunt. James’ weight pinned Ann to the bed. She tried to struggle, to wiggle away, but felt his hand clasp her neck from behind and press her face to the bed. His voice had been deep and throaty with passion; she had not recognized it; it sounded sort of like James’, but harsh with need and desire..