With on final push, I fully buried myself in her tight, teen throat. I held her in place there which her nose pressed against my crotch and my balls r...sting against her chin. I enjoyed the pure bliss of her throat muscles contracting and convulsing as she gagged on my cock, massaging it and sending waves of pleasure through me.After holding like this for a minute, I pulled off and allowed her to gasp for air, her windpipe finally clear. After a moment of catching her breath, I shoved myself. We crept up and examined the cabin through a window. We saw that there was only one room; bunks were on one side and a stove was on the other, with a table and several chairs in between.Jake pointed out the captive we were there to save. He was guarded by five men in the room and one outside, who was currently standing by the door. The brave, Iron-Hand politely asked if he was permitted to take out the guard and we acquiesced, but I cautioned him not to take the scalp at this time. He nodded. It was common practice, even before the snow, to simply piss behind a bush in the garden, or in a pot in the bedroom and then tip it into the garden. Piss was mostly water, after all, and the plants seemed to thrive on this yellow water. So it was no surprise to Ling to look out and see someone pissing. What was more surprising was when he noticed the two of them were male and female; it was generally something done alone, and almost never with someone of the opposite sex – which was why he. Em put her own hands on the masseuse’s slim hips and pulled her down to within tongue range. She blew softly into the trimmed hair between the woman’s legs. The woman’s pussy lips instantly opened more widely. The wantonly hot pink line and wide open entrance this revealed were irresistible. Em’s tongue swiftly found the woman’s clit and licked it hotly. They came frantically, together, in a very short time. She gave the masseuse a very generous tip. That was two days ago. At dinner that.