A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I paused to dance several times in front of each of them, including Master Kein. I learned quickly he liked to see my breasts jiggle in their cups. If I did it well enough, he faltered in his playing.

Withholding a Laugh, I did everything I could to throw him off.

“I wish, Brothers,” Master Kein finally said, “to see the ornamentation on the breasts dance, too. Remove the top for me.”

Master Kein played softly as Master Damien removed the tight fitting top. It was a relief to have it gone, but I was sad I couldn’t torment the musician anymore.

“Now dance, Ciara,” he said picking up the rhythm of the music.

I rolled my stomach and shook myself for their pleasure. Eventually deciding they wished to see my ass and lower stomach move they removed the skirt also. Now I stood in just the hip scarf shaking the coins provocatively.

Longer belly dancing, but doing a slow sensuous grind. It was a mix of what the other girls had taught me and

men ran their eyes up and down my

thigh to cup a breast. “Tell me what you want to

rising and coming toward me. “The women

writhed my hips to the music. I felt the

said from behind me,

men was probably a continuation of one they had been having for a long time. I

Master Evan came to stand within inches of me. Instead I did something I’d never done anywhere. I ground myself against them imitating the very intimate sex acts

as I slowly gyrated my hips and stroked Master Damien’s cock through his pants. Master Damien‘s hands undid the scarf at my waist and I heard

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you wear your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan whispered in my

pushing against the hand on my