Day by day.Oh, I found a bunch of them in a box upstairs.Oh, yes, I left a string of happy, pregnant women in my wake, I said.The cart was already made with a fresh sheet on it for the next patient.Rose turned flexible around wondering why he had closed the door and was creampie greeted by a kiss from Rick.I flicked it with my tongue, making her skinny gasp and squirm.Ohhhhhhhh!What the hell, I thought.Okay... this one's a little more risky.She petted the frisky dog up and down.Okay.She pov rubbed her belly, my brother's child growing inside of her.My hands rested on my own stomach.I moaned around his cock, my face pressed into casting his wiry bush. Klink folds his arms and the two men square up against each other like children preparing for a playground fight. Tits and I look in despair at each pov other. Things were improving. We were about to be sold as Harken breeders. If we end creampie up as skinny sex slaves to criminals on this rock we’re as good as dead.Sour breaks the deadlock first. Are you familiar with women fighting over rape pits? he asks. We have a similar sport on Aghara-Penthay, my Master answers stiffly. Then I suggest a compromise. Your Gaianesian women form a team of two, and fight two flexible women drawn from my stock. If your twins lose, they join the prison casting whores – assuming they survive falling in the pit.