She’s also the first to carry the blue scarf, of a woman whose sexual preference is for other females. The choices are barely out Wagner’s mouth before Elle is pulling the shoulder anal straps down blowjob over her arms. She gives a deliberate shrug as she shoves the costume down to her waist exposing rather childlike small breasts with unusually rose-pink areola. Twisted Elle used to be covered in tattoos like most of the girls in Bitch Factory, but the Slavers have withdrawn her right to self-expression during processing. The skin around her shoulders and shaved arms has been restored to fresh cleanliness. There is only one mark permitted on her – the swirling pattern of the slave imprint on the side of her face. She’ll carry this for life even if she’s cumshot the winner. Oddly they’ve left her punk hair – spikes dyed a glowing blue shade. Perhaps the Slavers thought it necessary to keep her identifiable. Or perhaps they decided to leave it in case she’s caught, as it might please her owner to decide what to do with it. When Elle threesome reveals her chest there is a roar of abusive shouts from the male audience. She is called a slut, a whore, and she’s mocked for her breasts being undersized. This doesn’t seem to faze her though, quite the opposite. She seems to like the hate. She even gives the auditorium crowd the galactic universal gesture of the middle finger, contempt all over her face. With Elle’s interview complete there’s only two Runners left. “Here comes your fellow citizen!” Klink taunts us, and we both look up. There she is. No longer recognizable as the Gaianesian White Queen I knew, a stunningly beautiful young blonde mounts the stage with a green breeders scarf and a blue lesbian indicator tied to her wrist. Her markings are in the vibrant dark brown of a Gaianesian female in her prime, and are barely obscured by the Aghara-Penthay slave tattoo. Swaying between her legs is the strap-on phallus, just like the other Runners had to wear. But White Queen is not deterred by the pendulous cock or the intimidating audience. Her eyes look alert and strong as she mounts the stage. The only flicker of uncertainty is when she sees naked Palonae with her rump sticking up in the air. “Ithya,” Wager greets her. It brought me to the verge of erupting. “I'm busy, Dad,” I groaned, trying to forget my parents were here as my girlfriend's hot twat worked up and down my dick. I wondered if Rebecca would recognize the young woman in those pictures. “You and Athena. If they were all in one place...” I fucking love it.” They are people who care for each other. We went back to my bed and fucked. “Mom you should call Lou now tell him what has gone cumshot on ask him to come over tomorrow after school and fuck your brains out, I know you really love his big cock.” Her pubes brushed against my face, tickling around my mouth and nose. She inhaled and exhaled a few times, blowjob clearly nervous. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting anal to anger her demanding threesome student, Mary stood at attention. My head tossed from shaved side to side as his tongue flicked up to my clit. “Georgia; what the hell are you doing? But nothing further. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, sighing. He smiled at her devilishly. Trust me, she knows. You're having a weird morning?"