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as he released it to take hold of his rigid shaft and aim it at her quivering pussy. Penny groaned as she felt the broad cock-head rubbing her outer labia.
    “Oh, yes! Yes, please!” She winced as she heard herself begging, but her shame had come and gone in an instant as Macdonald pushed forward and slowly sank his length deep within her pussy. It responded with a ripple of delight and a little sparkling orgasm that forced a soft, mewing whimper from Penny’s lips. She ran her tongue over them again, her breathing fast and shallow.
    The wonderful, half-forgotten feelings increased as Macdonald placed her other leg on his shoulder and began to thrust. He leaned over her, pushing her thighs towards her breasts, and she squirmed and jerked her hips to meet his lunging cock. His hands closed on her jiggling teats, squeezing and tugging while he plunged into her and heightened her need by crushing her achingly-hard nipples against his palms.
    Penny could only half-stifle her ecstatic cries. How on earth could she have deprived herself of such pleasure for so long? She had even almost forgotten the kidnapped girls as she revelled in the sparks of delight the cock’s movements were creating in the tender membranes of her pussy. She cried out again as Macdonald quickened his thrusts, and once more when his hand encircled one of her breasts and he sucked hard on its thick, elongated nipple. Her head spun as the friction of the shaft driving into her compelled her irresistibly towards her climax.
    It overtook her suddenly, a great squirming contraction of indescribable pleasure, and spasm after spasm of a delight so intense that it stole her breath away and almost her senses too. Through her own panting cries, Penny heard Macdonald’s deep, guttural growl of satisfaction as her pussy clamped down on his cock and his hot spunk jetted into her. Instantly, she came again, her sex writhing around the wildly thrusting shaft, her head rocking from side to side as she moaned and gasped at the marvellous, wriggling delight. The weight of his body came down fully onto her, forcing the little breath she had from her lungs as he too gasped and panted in the aftermath of orgasm.
    Feebly, Penny pushed against Macdonald until he finally levered himself upright and his shrinking cock slid from her still tingling sex.
    She sucked in a juddering breath, felt the heaviness of her breasts warm and damp against her upper arms and slid a hand to her twitching pussy.
    Eyes closed and only half-aware of what she was doing, she rubbed the hard nub of her erect clitoris.
    Drifting in a daze of pleasure, Penny half-heard Macdonald’s throaty chuckle, and ignored him. The soft, feminine laughter that followed it made her eyelids snap open. Stricken by the horrible realisation of what she had been doing, she leapt from the table and crouched in a ball on the floor, wrapping her arms around herself.
    “You swine,” she spat at Macdonald, her passion completely forgotten. “You let her watch the whole thing.”
    “No, only the bit when you started playing with yourself again.”
    Macdonald grinned and slid an arm around the Indian girl’s waist. “You see, Ishani, I told you white women are no different when they’ve got a cock between their legs.”
    “You were right, Sahib. They are very much liking it too. They are not always so stiff and proud as I thought.”
    “Speaking of stiff, my girl,” Macdonald said, sitting naked in his chair, “you had best get me hard again so we can take up where we left off.”
    In an agony of self-consciousness now that her desire had deserted her, Penny turned from the sight of the girl kneeling to lap her tongue over his flaccid penis, and she crept to her clothes.
    “The men you want are Ross and Wilson,” Macdonald told her as she slipped her chemise over her head. “They were both NCOs at the garrison here until they’d served their time. Now they live in a place up in Jargahal, not far from the border