I rubbed my clit, running my fingers over my swollen pussy lips. I dipped a finger into my pussy and found it wet and silky. My hips moved forward as ...f on their own, enclosing my finger in the depths of my pussy. My pussy squeezing my fingers, wishing they were a cock instead. All that was running through my mind at this point I was, “Kev, please notice me so you can fuck the living shit out of me.” A moan escaped my lips as I felt the growing need for sex, any sex at all, I just needed sex. I. "You don't like my club? It is, how do you say, not good for you?" Juan acted very surprised and disappointed, maybe even a little insulted.Terri went to his rescue. "It's not that Juan. It seems very nice. It's me, I feel out of place. Your club seems like a place for men, not for women." "But Terri, there are many other women here don't you see?" "Yes, but they're... you know... they're professionals." Just then they heard a cry from the stage. They hadn't been paying any attention to what. “No Keiron,” replied Paula, “I’ll do that. What I want you to do is find me some sort of medical team, just in case.”Gunnery Sergeant Keiron Puddle, the Air-Load-Master of Bulwark 07, had been looking at the short stubby wings of the Panther Assault shuttle while he’d been listening to his boss. The inboard hard points had cluster bombs mounted and the outboard stations had triple-racked stand off missiles, the latest incarnation of the old AGM-65 Maverick. He reported this to the Gunnery. She still was submissive to the Master at Arms who regularly beat her backside red in front of the prisoners to further degrade her sensitivities. He had no idea that the evil witch inside her found his depravity refreshing in a land of petty perverts.Bonnie held the opposite side of the wooden table tightly so she would not slip when the Master applied his much-feared cane with unerring accuracy on her tender bottom. She was forced to sob with the passion of tortured flanks and the knowledge.