‘I want these off. Like yesterday. Fuck that, like three years ago. I’ve been wanting to see, taste, smell and own this ass forever.’ Talk about...making a girl feel wanted and desired. His tongue sent me right into the stratosphere. He played with my throbbing pussy, soaking the sheets as he expertly found and pushed every button to rocket me higher and higher. I grabbed the sheets, trying to hold on to something as the pleasure began to build. Thomas slipped a finger into my wet and wanting. Let’s open the bidding on this one at 5,000.’ Numbers were called out loudly, the amount rising fast, hitting 20,000… 30,000… 40,000… When would it end? ‘64,000,’ a voice called out suddenly. The human in odd attire wears with weapons walked towards the stage and smiled. His presence reeked of evil intentions and malice. His eyes seemed to send fear into those he glanced at as he slowly stalked closer and closer to her, the bid finally halting on his. His fingers gripping sword on his hip. He raged his hung horse deeper inside me than I could have ever wished for. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every inch. I felt the heavy weight of the big stocky man pressing me into the rugged floor. Pushing his endowed member in and out of my body, over and over, while I squeezed my sphincter tightly around it. Molding it with my hole as firmly as I could. Determined to not let him out of me until I got his load. Spreading my legs even wider in order to be ready to achieve an outburst of seamen.. Any questions? No? Good. Let's do this quick, fast, and in a hurry."The general malaise of doing the job the same way every day quickly evaporated, and the guards got a little pep in their step. George entered the cell's anteroom, and clicked on the speaker, "Mr. Murphy we will be doing things a little differently this morning. You are being transferred to a new facility to continue your interrogations. When you are finished there, you'll be returned here every evening to sleep. Basically, you.