A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

He was a large man with long slightly graying hair and a beard. His face had a nasty series of scars across his cheek. There was no humor in his eyes at all. He appraised me top to bottom.

“Nice to look at, but Earth slaves are hard to train, have you had problems yet?” he asked.

“No, General,” Master Damien said.

I bobbed my head in agreement.

“What is it doing now?” the General asked releasing my chin. iara, what are you doing?” Master Damien asked.

“I’m agreeing with you, Master Damien. On my planet that meant, ‘yes’,”

I stuttered out.

L A ‘s L I B R A R

well then, be sure to keep to

my resting place and thanked my lucky stars he hadn’t been in the market for a

kneel. The thing was still in my bottom, but it didn’t bother. The way it slid between my ass cheeks it felt Like it still had oil

we talked to had slaves. I heard a couple notice my earrings and ask Damien about them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take

and the men sat around playing a card game. Finally, I

asked

down on the table and looked at me. I had

going to leave this

barely got a chance to finish the question when the room

was slapping Master Evan on the

quickly removed and he pushed me toward the bed. The men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think