To truly break a slave, you must create an incentive to submit and serve other than fear.Max had met Haley about an hour or two ago, and so far he though she seemed rather nice.I leaned to my left to kiss my wife’s cheek, but she turned her head, bringing her sweet lips to mine.The party moved into the library once dinner was done.I encounter a couple small skirmishes in my way to my employer’s bedroom.Absolutely, sir, he tells me. As he walks away, granny he is checking his tablet.She tried to sit on the bed when we got there but I held her up and kissed her deeply again.Before I could react, she was on my lap kissing me white stockings and her hands were all over me. She kissed her way down to my cock and played with it for some time.After long time he turned and stayed on his back.We couldn’t have gotten through it all without your help, I say before they go into her room.Moments later, Zahrine was on her back, laying on a wooden crate, with her legs splayed out lewdly over either side.With Lisa licking April’s clit and fingering her pussy, and Julie and I each licking a breast, it didn't take April much longer to cum.Sometimes a woman can leave you wondering hospital whether or not she really had an orgasm. On a shuttle you couldn’t relax like on a private ship. You’d have to pretend you were like them for the granny whole voyage. More importantly - most of the passengers on those shuttles are male, and while I can white stockings protect you physically from sexual assault by them, I can’t stop anyone talking to you, and those that do won’t respect you. At first I shake my head, horrified at the idea that rather than appear in the shameful clothing for no longer than a short walk across the crowded hub, I might have to endure a much longer shuttle journey, every moment of it exposed in the company of unpacified men on their way to get laid. Men who would think I dressed like a slave because I liked it. Me, a Gaianesian, playing the role of a submissive. There’s got to be another way! I insist. I’ve got nothing more, says Acheron, holding his paw-like hands open apologetically. You could try another of the escorts, and he would fly you there on his own ship, but hospital they’re not all reputable, especially round a valuable piece of woman-flesh like you. What’s more you’d have a difficult job explaining to your new escort why you wanted to interview Riyena alone. I am not a ‘piece of woman-flesh’ I can’t help interrupt.Kikizi comes to my rescue, and I warm to her slightly. Why not Patch a holo-call through to the Gaianesian ship?