A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.

ALL the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.

“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”

The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.

you know about courtesans,

humans talk about them. Courtesan is an old word in

on the bed still holding me. My chance for a

us about them,” he

the History channel at home. Strategically, I left out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human” to suffice to explain them and let the

were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it as

“Where is the power in

never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There

Those

face carefully as he considered this

sometimes talk with their men,” Kein said sitting

other men speak to the women, but I have never heard what