"Margaret Dalrymple," she demanded, "just what do you think you are doing to that poor young man!" Nothing, mother," Maggie said sheepishly."Nothing? ...othing? You call being naked on top of Mr. Brandywine with his prick inside your cunt nothing?" Nude, mother," Maggie corrected her.Mrs. Dalrymple sniffed scornfully. "Naked, as I said, on top of Mr. Brandywine, with his prick in your cunt, and your clothes strewn about his room." They're neatly folded," Maggie protested."Well, folded, at any. She whispers "fuck me hard" so I push her back down oh the hood. I start pounding her like I never have before. Her boobs bounce up and down with each thrust and her face shows pure bliss. I feel like I'm about to cum so I pull out and start eating her out. She grabs me and throws me down on the hood and begins riding me cowgirl. I slap her ass while she bounces up and down. Then all of a sudden she gets up and squirts all over me. I hear the cop let out an "OHH" sound. She then licks her. I look at the figure standing in front of me. Six and a half feet tall, covered from head to toe in mirrored black armour, faceted like a gemstone. He's like something out of a VR game, or the nightly news: "Rogue habitat pacified; renegade CEO in custody." What's happening?" This ship and it's contents, including you, are now the property of the Captain Roath Privateer Company, New Tortuga registered. Don't worry too much missy, we'll just hang on to you until we can secure the payment from. ” I sprang up. “Stay!” I said pointing to her face. I jogged to the car and retrieved a small tape recorder from the glove box. I jogged back and flashed her the recorder. “Just a little something to remember this moment.” I grinned a Cheshire grin while Penny buried her face in the blanket, I imagine wanting this nightmare of hers to be over. It wasn’t her lucky day.I pushed the record button and put the tape recorder next to her head about a foot away on the corner of the blanket. I ripped.