My mouth is also dry and parched. Quietly I call out for water, and this time I also call out for food. Sure enough the galaxy is still here with me – only seconds later two canisters float in through blowjob the open window. I unscrew the lid of the food container first. As expected it contains an unpleasant broth. This is slave gruel – the staple food of women on Aghara-Penthay. When I was first taken captive I would vomit back every tits mouthful, but hunger and desperation drove me to persist and I’ve grown used to eating it over the time I’ve been here. Everything a female needs nutritionally to survive is in here. Vitamins, carbs, proteins, and so on. There’s a mint flavor additive so our breath smells pleasing after we’ve consumed it. But to remind us of our perpetual inferiority they lace it with other things – often human excrement and more sperm. Men don’t kiss slaves on Aghara-Penthay – partly because we women apparently don’t deserve such a gesture of tenderness, but also because they don’t want anything transferred from our lips to theirs. For the regular slave population it is rumored that slave broth often contains other ingredients – drugs to make women compliant and docile; aphrodisiacs; drugs that mean our tongues deliver a tingling sensation when women perform oral sex; and occasionally things to Hardcore make women high, or hallucinate terrible visions. It would not make for an entertaining Rape Run if I could not perform at my best, however. This broth won’t be spiked. I gulp back the mulch in several swallows, trying pussy not to think about what I’m ingesting. I follow the same approach with the viscous, salty, sperm-laden water, and although the thought of drinking cum makes me retch, this time I do not vomit. Wiping the last of the sticky liquid from my lips, and with my most urgent bodily needs met, I become aware of the secondary demands – a tingling arousal between my legs. Damn – I should have sated my desire last night. I slip a hand into the front waistband of my big tight shorts, and worm my way down until my fingertips down to the intimacies of my core. Oh, touching my clitoris feels good, and my nether lips are as I’d expected – wet and receptive. My body yearns for the relief of full penetration, even though it’s abhorrent to my mind. I consider masturbating right now, but temporarily gratification might cost me my freedom. I don’t have the time to spare, and must face a day spent while turned-on. Preparing to leave, I creep around the upper floor of the structure, risking peering in each direction from the window spaces. When I look out in the direction over my building’s front entrance, I see something. Immediately my spirits sink. A few hundred yards in a single story building I can see light shining from the window. It’s an electric light, which means it’s impossible it was made by another Runner. To confirm my fears, next moment there is a movement in the building’s doorway and a man appears there, standing to look through binoculars. She stopped screaming when she felt his fingers halt their assault on her poor G-spot and slumped into the bed covers breathing hard still trying to control her orgasm. I snarled in big anger. But she had her heart set on Stanford. I would start round eleven work till may be two in the morning, no more nine to five, no more picking Sara up from work in pussy the Porsche for a nice meal, see a show, whatever, then make love, more like roll in at two, completely shattered, sleep in the chair till three and then carefully slip into bed beside her so as not to wake her only to wake blowjob to find she had gone to work. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my Hardcore head. Three months pregnant! 'Where is this going?' “I know.” Harry said, still drunk with passion. She laughs and makes her way to the door to wash up. My youngest sucked with such enthusiasm, her incestuous passion surged through me. My cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth. I held up my hands, “I wasn’t doing anything.” “Oh my god, so fucking tight, fuck I love your pussy baby.” He moaned with the sexiest look I had ever seen in a mans face, ever. But it wasn't anything major. This is their 3 year anniversary or this is the date she says they first fucked Why don't you come over for dinner? She didn't want to cancel the meeting with Keith and didn't want Jim to know how excited she was about the meeting. Dinner with Family Sandy did as she was ordered and also locked the shackles on her ankles and wrists. My body just sat there, unmoving, growing less comfortable by the second as I realized that as much as my lusty mind was enjoying this, I didn’t want this. “Slave-flesh fun-fun.” “Yes Sir” replied the terrified Amanda. Morgenau - brother Her left hand tits would pick up rings, holding them up for my inspection. I opened the book, and as I read through it, my jaw dropped lower and lower. He is the one that gets to lick and suck My sweet pussy remember, remember when you told me you thought I had a sweet pussy. Amy moaned as she found his kissing skills to be at a high level. You're gonna leave 'em on this time.