A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

His fingers were still over my pubic bone.

The choice surprised and excited me. I did not expect it, even from him. Looking up into his purple gaze I saw desire and uncertainty reflected back at me.

“I don’t mind, Master Christof,” I said giving the permission he had so generously requested.

He ran his fingers down my outer Lips and slowly stroked. He seemed pleased to find wetness in the folds and smiled into my cheek.

“I did not pay as much attention as I should have to your care, Ciara.

According to my brothers this should mean I am doing the right things,” he said.

“Yes, Master Christof,” I sighed as he continued with feathery Light strokes.

call me Master when it is just

as if the rules weren’t confusing

the post, Christof,” I murmured

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twitch as he stroked

he is around,” he

raised a hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed

back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my clit now circling the tiny

you wish. I

fingertips along the Length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and

ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He lay still beside me

inside of me. In the faint light of the room I could see his teeth