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I wasn’t the one forced to encourage these testosterone-driven animals. Digging my nails into my palms as I march away, I suppress my temper. It doesn’t matter how Kikizi and I feel about each other. She’s not likely to be going to Aghara-Penthay on Acheron’s ship, so hopefully I only have a short time in her company. Those guys are the ones worrying me. “Going to Aghara-Penthay too,” they said. So I shouldn’t have made a stand, and I regret my actions as soon as there’s time to consider the risk we might cross paths again. The last thing I want is those lecherous beasts seeing the woman who put them in their place reduced to wearing nothing more than a rectangle of silk. But I must take heart. An encounter is unlikely – the open areas on the trading station will be crowded with hundreds of people, the place is vast, and I can warn Acheron to protect me. As long as nothing goes wrong. Back in the present, Kikizi and I reach an area which seems seedier than the earlier levels of the Merlon Starbase. Garish neon signs depict the outlines of women. It is the sector where the tramp shuttles depart, taking groups to Aghara-Penthay. There are far more unpacified males gathered in this area. As females Kikizi and I are heavily outnumbered by the raucous crowds - men of all ages and species. Although I do see a few women around, we are the only two who seem to be unescorted. The others are example of the traitors to our sex - laughing in nervous excitement as though they enjoy having male protectors, rather than feeling rightfully ashamed. Lewd and offensive comments are shouted at us. These suggestions disgust me, but I’ve learned my lesson and copy Kikizi this time, choosing to avoid engaging with the catcallers. I will not help Gaianesia by attracting attention, so now I’m careful not to make eye contact with anyone, even indian though I’m sure that “Hey, you, the hot one with the nice hooters” is aimed at me. The offices of male scum who make money escorting women to Aghara-Penthay are to be found along the same retail strip as the tramp ships. Their signs are almost as vulgar as those of the shuttles. As they entered, Joyce smiled and she laid back, legs spread and invited them to fuck here deep. It was incredible to feel him in me. My pussy clenched around him as the incestuous pleasure rippled through me. This was my father's cock. Do it! “Help yourself boys,” he says to the dead eyed men who are already closing. “Good…when I leave, no shower…and don’t get your kids until after your husband gets home…I want you to fuck him with my cum still inside you…this is your ultimate test for following directions…do whatever it takes to make him cum quickly…but…don’t let him cum inside you…whatever you have to do, he does NOT cum inside you…make him think he has, at least a little bit, but, keep just my cum inside you…then, go to the bathroom and take a mirror selfie of his cum everywhere but inside your pussy…oh, and…remember…NO orgasm for you…he doesn’t cum inside you, and you get no orgasm…” by TW, aka Ratfink It was the first time my wife had to go out of town for her work and after three days of wandering around my home I decided to go out. “Prestira, Leveria just had my mother executed and forced my father to hand her the crown almost twenty years before her coronation. My cock remains stiff. A flutter of excitement filled her too, thinking of all the places they were going to do it back home. He was watching us both. “Are you marrying Ava to save her from the enchantment, or because you love her?” “Second, you come here as the result of a fluke accident with autocorrect." So before I set out for the Domain of Porseron had to first journey to Pallus's Main temple. Pulling out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind her desk, she handed it to me. Thorin moaned. Will Be Continued… I lapped up at the side of her breasts. Room 612 turned out to be called the Regal Suite, and it lived up to the name. The chair creaked. The opening statements were unremarkable, with each side basically listing off the things they would show in their respective arguments. “Why do we need Her Eminence?” Bianca scowled at me, and my little fantasy of Bianca took a darker turn into bondage, whips, and lots of ‘I’m sorry, Your Eminence,’ and ‘punish me more, Your Eminence,’ and ‘spit in my mouth, Your Eminence.’ “That feels nice, Josh. Corridor one, room five?" neck. Anyway, I caught just about all his cum and let it drip into Vicky’s mouth. Even though I told Carrie that I was no good at pool she insisted on her and me taking on 2 of the guys. "Oh fuck yes Lora! She was three months younger than me, still nineteen. “Very interestingly, they’re showing much more uniform thoughts and behaviors, as if they’ve been dosed with Ritalin.” They weren’t doing anything so I told them they could come along. For a minute, she just wrapped her lips around the head and alternated between sucking hard on it and licking the indian tip.