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.

and my dance changed with it. I was no Longer belly dancing, but doing a slow sensuous grind. It was a mix of what the other girls had taught me and just

men ran their eyes up and down my body with

purred running my hand up my thigh to cup a breast. “Tell me what you want to see,” I teased bending forward so my upturned ass and wet center were in their view. “I want to

Damien said rising and coming

hips to the music. I felt

our seed,” Master Evan said from behind me, “they do not want our

men was probably a continuation of one they had been having for a long time. I didn’t interrupt it as I felt

stand within inches of me. Instead I did something I’d

and stroked Master Damien’s cock through his pants. Master Damien‘s hands undid the scarf at my waist and

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wear your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan

you, Master Evan,” I said pushing against the hand on my