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.

don’t need to call me Master when it is just you and I, Ciara,” he whispered into

at him in shock, as if the rules weren’t confusing enough. He just grinned

found out I would be strapped back to the post, Christof,” I murmured to him as he found the Little

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hips started to twitch as he stroked

do it when he is around,” he said increasing the pressure of his

sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood with

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

wish. I know you

Length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I

ran my thumb along

and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the