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.

thing in

were trained from birth to please the men that

Evan call and I looked up. He was motioning to the center of the room.

their own accord started to move. In my fear, I realized I wasn’t

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I shimmied my hips and started to roll my stomach up and down. My pelvis started to move in the staccato left right rhythm like it was supposed to. Inadvertently I found my

good time, turning so they could see my ass jiggle as I shimmied and moving all over the little

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

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 Master Damien

Damien told them he would enjoy

order. It took me a long time to get winded, especially considering my afternoon hobby. I must have been dancing a really long time. Hopefully, it wasn’t too long and I bored them. Except for accepting the other men’s compliments