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But I mustn’t use that name. On Sha-Lohdan I’ve learned that for a while, she is no longer to be Tits. “I don’t want you calling yourselves Tits and Boobs through the security checks,” Klink told us. “It will attract attention. You…” (He said to my sister) “will lie, and say your name is Gara. And you…” (He said to me) “will pretend your name is Lara.” Ignoring Riyena’s smirk, I made eye contact with Tits and she looked questioningly at me. She felt it too – something resonating in my memory for MILF an instant, but already gone. A truth erased by implant and out of reach. No matter. My name is Boobs. A scar where my cock name was burnt onto my flank proves it forever, but under orders I will even lie about that. That is the nature of slavery. 40 - Sour “Form up for inspection, slaves!” barks a senior member of the guards with the manner of a drill sergeant. Most of the Gaianesians have done military service, so women instinctively shuffle into neat lines, leaving the space of an outstretched arm from person to person. One hundred and forty eight women – thirty seven times four. Klink’s personal slaves are the sucking only three females on the planet of Cancis Rock exempted from participation, and we stand at the edges of the vast space alongside our owner, watching. So that we don’t feel superior to our fellows we have been ordered once more into the humiliating red wraps of Slaver women. Most of the guards who are not on duty have come to greet the new arrivals, and a considerable all-male crowd look eagerly at us, especially we-three who are the most revealingly attired. But we’re not the three revealing most for long, for although in space the big Gaianesians needed jumpsuits to maintain the fiction of free will, here on the surface there will be no modesty. With obvious pleasure the drill sergeant calls to them, “Strip to your underwear!” Cancis Rock is barren like Aghara-Penthay, and both are terrible places to be female, but the similarities end there. This world is far from its sun, and even in the middle of the day there is only a half-light from the dirty skylights high above us. It rains almost constantly on the busty surface, and biting winds make it perpetually cold. Sentient life survives almost permanently underground, dwelling in the prison complexes and the mines. These are brutal industrial structures of grey concrete, pipes, steel and rock, and after only a short time I already miss plants, color or artwork that give a place some warmth. “Because you’re the father, if you want me to carry it I will.” "Ugghk!! “The next time you want to fuck me, just ask, okay?” “Oh my god, bitch! He couldn’t resist feasting on her, probing her cock deeply with his tongue and sucking teasing her clit with rapid flicks and big gentle sucks. He obviously is excited to meet Francoise as she smiles, “Love your cock, magnificent. Now I know its true if you aren’t sure what the answer will be maybe don’t ask the question. Lilith vanished as time resumed. Additionally he is going for special course in computer graphics. She heard grunting around the corner. Looking at the cup it was clear what was inside. He was having fun with my new attitude. MILF I know that we are about to begin a new busty era in our lives…and I’m excited. “What about if she could move into the apartment and I could take your room in the main house. Anita laughed. To treasure and cherish her, to protect her, and to discipline her when she's naughty, until death do you part.”