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.

owners speak highly of her, it was the one thing in life that made her happy.

from birth to

center of the

time with the music. My feet knew the routine and of their own accord started to move. In my fear,

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

my ass jiggle as I shimmied and moving all over the little space. I spun and twirled putting myself directly in front of each of

covers over my breasts were barely there when I was standing still, now they were both off to the side. Not like

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

as they complimented Master

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

winded, especially considering my afternoon hobby. I must have been dancing a really long time. Hopefully, it wasn’t