Sitting up, she took his hand in both of hers. XXX The Captain’s Wife straddled her head and gushed over her while The Captain aimed at her open crotch. What she could not catch in her mouth streamed over her face and drenched her hair. “I suppose you want to be paid”? His jet drummed on her clit making her squirm and writhe. Alexandra had cleared everything away and mopped the floor; she stood naked with her hands at her sides, eyes downcast, waiting for orders. “So, I mean, I would base the victimology on an analysis of the subject’s pathological algolagnia…” she began. What she could not catch in her mouth streamed over her face and drenched her hair. He returned her gaze for a time in silence then went
