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.

was a sex slave was just a ruse, so they would have an easier time. In fear,

is this?” Master Bane asked holding my trembling limb as I tried vainly to jerk

ill?” Master Kein

up by my head. He Looked deeply into my eyes for several long moments. I

we will care for you

it didn’t sound like they wanted to eat me. I didn’t really understand what he meant by preparation, though. Once again, I forced myself to relax

before sex made it worse. If I wanted to survive this experience with my lower half intact, I

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

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my left breast. He Lapped at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive

he quickly achieved the desired result he was thrilled.