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

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

strapped back to the post, Christof,” I murmured to him as

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started to twitch as

I wouldn’t do it when he is around,” he said increasing the pressure of

sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down

He sighed and changed

you wish.

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

him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He

clit and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the