" You're joking!" the small woman looked up like a daughter would to her mother. "One thing I am not is a field hand." I'm afraid not. Everyone has to...do their share in order to eat and be safe in this city. I can guarantee your safety by making you my property but you still have to contribute to our Tribe. Is there anything that you've done in the past besides flying?" I did some paper work when I was going through the Academy." Paperwork?" Yeah, you know, when someone writes a letter or an. A smile broke out on his face before he realised the consequences of what he heard. He hoped there wouldn’t be much to clean up after them. At least, that’s what he hoped.He was wrong. Angelique’s cum, covered Emily’s lower face and soaked her white top just as she slid a finger into her cunt. Angelique bucked, shook and shuddered on her new friend’s tongue and within seconds of her breaking climax, her hands were once more on the back of Emily’s head as she humped into her face. A second. When he had hit her the last time, she had slammed a knife into his chest, right through his heart. Andrea had married Mark Sinclair when she was 18, now 10 years later she is being smothered by another woman who wants her to suck on her. Not exactly how she pictured her new life. At 5í8î and 130lbs, Andrea had always considered herself an independent woman. She thought she would be able to defend herself if the need ever arose. She had barely been pushed into the cell by the female guard and. " Look, Munchkin, all we're doing is modeling, so I can take pictures, so I can look at the prettiest girl in the world instead of having to look at those other girls on the computer when you're not around. You saw, a lot of those girls have their pictures taken in nothing but their underwear! I haven't asked you to do that, although I kinda wouldn't mind having some like that." He sort of whispered that last part, hoping she'd be both intrigued and flattered by his open admission. He was.