Spooky slut Sophie Dee is a freaky Halloween trick!

For example, I have to lean over tits a bench to lift a weight and work my triceps, and seeing how I have to do that with my ass sticking up in the air the bench press machine right behind me never seems to be without an occupant. Jasmine literally mounts a rear pussy guard for me, scowling at anyone sat behind me who is being too blatantly obvious. But even with her there I’ll always feel uncomfortable when I’m in that sweat-soaked room. And yet just like the situation with the male steward, at the gym I’d be letting them win if I let my sex stop me doing what I want. “See you later,” I say in farewell to Jasmine, and squeezing her fetish hand in platonic friendship, I continue my progress until I’m at the quarters of our commanding officer. I press the buzzer at the general’s door, and hear his voice call, “Enter.” “Sir,” I say, as I walk into the room. The general is sat behind a large desk, with a facing chair masturbation on its opposing side already prepared for me. I’ve known him for years but salute him smartly all the same. “Colonel,” he says, gesturing to the chair. “My apologies for waking you. Please sit.” I do. He surveys me for a moment, like a schoolmaster considering a difficult pupil. The general is a small man, wiry-built and in his sixties, but he still has a sharpness and a manner that commands respect. “Colonel de Santo,” the general says. “May I call you Melena?” I look suspiciously at him. First names in the fleet mean bad news. “If you must, Sir,” I say. “You have been critical in our Republic’s fight against the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay,” he begins, “and proven your courage again and again.” There is not much I can reply with to this flattery, but, “It’s a fight I believe in, General.” It is a cause close to my heart. I detest the Slavers, and everything they represent, and I think there is no more important task for the space fleet than bringing about their defeat. For decades, no, centuries, the Slavers have been the scourge of this part of the galaxy. Acting like common raiders, they prey on ships following their legitimate business along the trade routes, and like all pirates the Slavers come not to destroy, but to plunder. As their title suggests, their fortune comes from the capture and sale of slaves. They’ve been so successful at this work that over the centuries they’ve grown hugely wealthy. These riches enabled them to afford so many ships and armaments to protect themselves that now they can menace this region with impunity. Even the Republic’s space fleet cannot currently beat them in their home territory, and dare not approach their hub, the horrific planet of Aghara-Penthay. We’ve fought a series of skirmishes along the frontier, encounter after encounter for decades big and no sign of a victor. “We all want to see them defeated,” says the general with a nod of agreement that our cause is the right one. “And I can imagine that as a woman, you particularly oppose them.” Briefly I feel myself scowl, disliking any reference to my gender and how it might make a difference. He is, however, unfortunately correct. While the Slavers deal in slaves of any kind, and are known for selling some healthy, strong males for breeding stock or for intense physical labor, their specialty and their fortune comes from trading women. Jane started “Oh god….you can smell us! Another deep breath and I got tits zapped again. “Hmm, you might be right,” he said. “So, you knew that the celebrated production values of Koba’s snuff films were not just masturbation skill and technique. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his shoulders. Seeing the girl do it in the video, I opened my mouth and placed his organ in, big gently sucking the head. Slowly stripping off their uniforms... They completely miss out on some deeply erotic enjoyment and more importantly miss out on the power it gives them. She said that last summer, the pussy party lasted an entire night starting at 2300 and ending around noontime the next day! She took to the process of attaining womanhood as well as any female that I have fetish ever been aware of. Frank took a drink and said, “It’s not my beer to give and if Mark doesn’t want the other girls to have beer then you can’t either.”