A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He chuckled and stroked my cheek, “I am Master Damien,” he said then pointed to the lanky man on the other side of the bed. “That is Master Christof.”

The bearded man was between my legs inspecting my calf and Looked up into my eyes, “You may call me Master Bane.”

“I am Master Kein,” the man that had brought the jug said as he traced my hip bone.

Master Christof was the only man that didn’t seem to want to touch me.

He sat on the other side of the bed watching his companions.

The exploration of my body continued as I lay there. The switched places and took their time. Most of the men explored with their hands, but the one named Master Evan started Licking. He tasted me everywhere.

my gut as his tongue ran over my arms. Were they planning to eat me? Perhaps telling me I was a sex slave was just a ruse, so they would have an easier time. In fear, I started to shake and shiver

is this?” Master Bane asked holding my trembling limb

it ill?” Master

and crawled up by my head. He Looked deeply into my eyes for several long

not fear Ciara, we will care for you now. Relax and allow us to prepare you for your purpose,”

understand what he meant by preparation, though. Once again, I forced

with my old boyfriend in the Chevy had taught me that tensing up before sex made it worse. If I wanted to survive this experience with my

reached my torso now. I felt warm lips on my stomach and a tongue running over my flesh. He tasted my belly button thoroughly, he seemed to be checking it for something. He probed and pushed at it

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is correct,” he said. “We cannot use it here. It is not deep

at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive tissue

the other breast with his fingers. When he quickly achieved the desired result