A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

My owners were not used to watching a female dance. They looked at her with mouthes agape as she twisted and spun. Her knees went both forward and back, so she got herself in some positions I never would be able to.

Once she had finished she kneeled on a pad in front of her owners.

Apparently that was how I should finish, I noted to myself.

Our owners let her rest for a moment and talked between themselves. I was right, Master Damien and his brothers had never seen anyone dance.

They were enthralled with Fuji’s movements.

Master Damien complemented Fuji‘’s owners on what a wonderful slave she was. Her owners took it all in stride and thanked Master Damien for his praise. They talked about how they had Learned to play an instrument.

Now they could play and watch her dance whenever they wanted.

to have her owners speak highly of her, it was the one thing in life that made her happy. From what I had

trained from birth to please the men that

looked up. He was motioning to the center of the room. Fuji picked up the stringed instrument she had brought with

and took a big breath. Looking at the floor I started to shift my hips side to side in time with the music. My feet knew the routine and of their own accord started to move. In my fear, I

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in the staccato left right rhythm like it was supposed to. Inadvertently I found my fingers

her playing. Soon I was having a really good time, turning so they could see my ass jiggle as I

off to the side. Not

I started to feel winded. I looked at Fuji pointedly and she played me a nice exit. As the music stopped I dropped to my knees in front of Master Damien and Looked up at him. He Looked taken aback, but thankfully

leave as they complimented

owners told Fuji’s they appreciated the praise. Master Damien told them he would enjoy having them come

order. It took me a long time to get winded, especially considering my afternoon hobby. I must have been dancing a really