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.

Master when it is just you and I, Ciara,” he whispered into

the rules weren’t confusing

I murmured

Angela’s Library

to twitch as he stroked

wouldn’t do it when he is around,” he said increasing

hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his

wild look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my

Ciara, if you wish. I know you won’t hurt

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

rushed. I memorized him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my

and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the faint light of the room