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.

do you know about courtesans, Ciara?

I chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them. Courtesan is

sat on the bed still holding me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly at the

about

Thankfully, I’d seen a show on the History channel at home. Strategically, I left out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women.

world were humans that were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it

power in this arrangement we have with

expected

Those patrons were relaxed around the courtesans. It meant the courtesans could suggest

carefully as he

sometimes talk with their men,” Kein said

but I have never heard what