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And White Queen is in cumshot that office discussing my sister? I didn’t even know she was back on Gaianesia. What could Red Duchess, or Gara, have been doing that was so important that White Queen is personally involved? Red Duchess is not awestruck like I am by the living legend. “I don’t care,” she retorts rudely. “I’d rather lose a thousand lives to the Harkens than deliberately send one of our people where Gara’s gone.” “You’d rather lose a thousand, but I think we should offer Lara that choice, don’t you?” Did I just hear that? White Queen just said “Lara”. Why would the great White Queen know my name? “I disagree,” barks Red Duchess. “Lara shouldn’t choose. She doesn’t have enough experience to understand what she’d be volunteering for. Look at her file. Just look! She’s had nothing but basic fleet training. It doesn’t big look like during her service she ever left the corvette and set foot on another world. I’m not sure she’s even been to the trading enclave. Does she have the first idea what non-Gaianesian males are capable of? Especially around a female that looks like she does.” Of course I do, well, in theory anyway. But that logic is forgotten as I’m gifted the opportunity to replace worry with anger. They’ve started talking about me as though as I’m a child, and I won’t stand for it. I have the same willful spirit as Gara, and hearing them be so condescending spurs me to action. I knock firmly on the doorframe, boldness that makes my escort go wide-eyed with horror. Leaving her to flee down the corridor, I walk into the large, elegantly furnished room, and confidently greet the two women inside. Red Duchess is familiar to me - a short, slender woman whose motherly appearance belies her tough manner. Even though she’s only her early forties her skin has bronzed from years of sun to a texture like a walnut. Her markings are beginning to fade. Things are safe enough for women here on Gaianesia, but she still anal chooses to wear her hair short – a tattoo tribute to our ancestors or a sign of readiness for battle. Red Duchess’ expression is strong but there’s kindness there also. Here is someone who cares for her people. The other woman looks colder, ruthless. White Queen is in her sixties, or perhaps even seventies. She was considered to be the most beautiful woman on Gaianesia in her youth, and her face is blonde still striking. However the markings around her head show greater age, having faded from the chocolate brown color that advertises a Gaianesian woman as young and fertile, to the pale ivory of a female well past her childbearing years. Her hair turned silver many years ago, but she wears it as long as I have mine. I wanted the world to see what was going on so that we wouldn't just be snatched up and swept under the rug. I whimpered anal in delight, my nipples poking at my blouse. He was one of the only 22 year olds he knew that refrained from the technological age. She doubted her action. Thankfully it was a black tee shirt so the strains did not stand out. Jim fucked me one more big time on the chairs while Susan laid underneath me and licked my pussy and Jim’s cock as he fucked me. Cara was over my back and licked my asshole and Jim’s cock as he fucked me. I told Jim to pull out and not cum yet and the 3 of us changed places. Holding the blonde torn panties in his hands Ravi dangled them in front of his mother and asked 'can I put this on?' “But I— I really can’t,” she stuttered. We had to board yet another plane to the Niigata Airport. People have been excommunicated for less.” Henry fucked, panting on her shoulder, relentlessly spearing his huge, swollen fuck shaft into the gushing depths of her cumshot pussy. I told her I could stop if tattoo she would like.