She said she liked to be in that position because some of the cum from the horse always ran down and into her mouth. She wished there was some way she...could be fucked by me, in her ass, while I was being fucked by the horse.After I was positioned on the table, I could start to feel the horses cock push against my ass hole. It slowly worked it's way in and I felt like I was going to be torn apart. Only because I'd been able to take the cock last week, did I feel I wouldn't be hurt. Before I knew. The one crumb of comfort was that we knew where she was headed, and if all else failed we could catch her in Cape Town.“Is she in range of the nine pounders?” I asked, jerking my thumb at Western Star.“Barely.” His answer was abrupt, and he kept his back to me.“I wonder if I might have a word with you in your cabin?” I said quietly.He gave an exasperated sigh. “I can spare you five minutes,” and off he stumped to his cabin. I followed behind.“Commander Ramsey.” I began; he looked at me sharply. None of them, as far as I could follow the thick accents, were named Yuzmin. It was a quiet day of sipping spiced tea and good food and sharing polite conversation, observing Malaysian customs while the women were nothing but polite and courteous. Yet there was a sense of strong sexual repression about to burst. I could feel it, smell it in the atmosphere. Now and then a girl would shift, expose an ankle or a leg – amazing how in a repressed environment this can fuel such interest and lust.. I had a headache. The eczema on my back burned and I tried my hardest not to itch it. I opened my pack of fruit snacks to have a little treat but they had gotten all melty and I hated when they did that so I cursed (“Fuckin shit fuck”) and threw them on the ground. Some rabbit could eat them later and get all hyper from the processed sugar. I wished I had brought water. My mouth was so dry. Sometimes when my mouth got too dry it made me feel weird and like I couldn’t breathe. I got nervous that.