I remember feeling the head of his cock pressing against the bud of my asshole. At first, my reaction was to resist and I could feel myself tense up. ... took a deep breath to relax and felt the head push through and rather quickly the rest of his cock fill me up. The combination of both pleasure and pain was enough that I let out a relatively loud almost agonizing groan but at the same time I reached behind to push him back inside me as he started to withdraw.“Nice and slow baby. It feels. "ENTER!"The command interrupted a third series of knocks; as the door opened, it was indeed Quam who came inside. He was joined by a colleague this time.The new man fit better into the general population of Al-Qae-Traz: he was a full head taller than the Master Cleaner, stronger and more of the African type. His bald head made him look a bit like a dark version of 'Mr. Proper'. A short was all he was wearing, revealing his impressive muscled chest, and around his waist Anna already noticed a. "No problem. Just listen to what I say." I pulled the towel from my waist, showing a semi erect dick. Standing her up, I removed her shirt and pulled down her pants.She stepped out of her leggings, holding on to me for balance. She had on tightie whities with Whinnie the Pooh on her crotch. She pulled them down showing her trimmed red bush. I had her get on the bed. She laid flat on her back, with her head resting on the pillows. I got on top of her, kissing her cheeks before contacting her. Not event to Mabel. And, in point of fact, she'd hardly ever mentioned it to me or questioned me. It's how I'd wanted it. Too many good men wouldn't be coming home from those wars, thanks be to the politicians who cared more about oil than human life. Talking about the war was something all of us brothers in arms just knew not to do. Mabel didn't even know about my Silver Star. She never would now, not from my mouth."Daddy," said Clara with sauce all over her chin. "I love you," she said."Me.