So he lay down on the bench and told me to fuck his anus as hard as I could manage. I inserted my cock into his surprisingly loose ass and began to pu...p. After all the prostrate massage I had just received, I knew that I wouldn't last. I told Brandon and he told me to keep going as long as it takes. But he wanted me to cum in his mouth so he could repay the favor I had just bestowed upon him. After a few minutes, I straddled his chest and began to stroke my cock. Brandon used his right hand to. " He searched his knowledge for the right word: 'friend' came to mind, but somehow it seemed inadequate. "—She's my wife."The woman smiled; she wasn't sure how old he was, but the girl was surely too young to be anyone's wife. That they were close was obvious, so she let it go for now."Well, the doctor should be here shortly, he'll look after Karen. Do you live around here, Billy, do you and Karen have parents?" Billy frowned, but the woman had been kind and he felt the need to tell her. I moved, and got out of the car and went for a little walk to stretch my legs, and met Jon coming towards me. "You're awake then" he said, and I asked him what time it was. He said that we had been parked there for an hour, but I'm not so sure, it didn't seem that long. Well I hope it wasn't. We drove off, and came to this little beach called Cala Conta where there are trees and sand dunes. We parked in the trees, and went down a bit of a cliff to a small beach that was full of naked people.. None there are worthy of the Hopkins plantation. Either too young or too old. Entering the cell section of the market, the roof over hangs cutting the light down to a dim glow. The cells are where the new slaves are kept, after spending some time in recovery due to the long trip in the belly of a boat in terrible condition and food rations; they are auctioned off to the highest bidder once they regain strength and color. Not needing any males, I move toward the female cells. I find there are.