Katie reaches down, and unzips the last part of her skirt.I could feel her gagging on my cock and backed off just man a little to keep her from puking on the both old of us.I sucked.She never made a move to do anything, and honestly, I never thought she wanted to.Undermining drama, sensationalizing… well, sensationalizing bullshit, and casual sex… None of it is needed.The jacket featured two only buttons placed strategically to allow dad a peek at her belly below the bottom one and her cleavage above the top Daddy button.I could now feel just how hard the cock was.I also insert another finger into her.I even started letting him play with and kiss my bare tits, and even finger my pussy.Manya met his eyes and blushed softly.I wanted to make him so hard that he'd make an excuse to vanish into the house.Then we'd have a little rendezvous and he would take care of my burning cunny.I asked her.She was up against the wall and his trousers were round his young ankles. Two hundred, perhaps? Nineteen times just today. Gods… she whispers, blinking as she stares at the bare ceiling, and then she moans with pain as I sponge away the crusted matter between her legs. It’s going to be easier for you than for me. Daddy You are a prize slave – a Rape Runner. Your Master probably won’t be from Aghara-Penthay. Once you’re off this world, you will only have him to serve. She begins to cry softly, and I say, Be brave… while we live, there must be some chance. Although I don’t really believe that myself. There isn’t a future for me. I can’t ever return to Gaianesia when its people will look at my face and believe I’ve shamed womankind. Here on Aghara-Penthay, as Klink said I exist only to be fucked. Year after year of suffering lie ahead until I become old and unattractive, and then unless I’m worth the colossal expense of regenerating me like young with White Queen, they will dispose of me. My best chance would be the fate that once was my nightmare. If Tits and I are traded to the Harkens as Klink threatened, we join other Gaianesian women taken prisoner in one of the Harken breeding old pens, and we’ll dad churn out baby after baby for our captors. I’ve man heard that as long as the Breeders fulfil their purpose without resisting or rebelling, they are not badly treated. And some females who please, and serve their owners well will reach a pampered concubine status.