"Poor dear, why are you handcuffed to the bench?" I?ve been a bad girl and I?m being punished."She erupted into laughter. "What are you beingpunished ...or? It?s kind of unusual to be punished bydressing in a poodle skirt and being handcuffed to abench." My wife caught me with her pantyhose." Oh, you?re a crossdresser! How interesting!" shesaid, just a little too loudly, drawing the attentionof the seven or eight people adjacent to our area. Afew threw disgusted looks our way, and others sort. ”“But no scouts? No heavy haulers? How is that? isn’t that how we work in the belt?”“Not quite, Sir. You see, we contract out all of the pilots. And they bring their own craft. We supply fuel and maintenance, and they find and collect the rocks. They bring them in, we mill and refine them down. But we don’t have ships of our own.”“Ok, we hire the pilots, and they bring their own wings. So, where are they? As far as I know, our flight decks are empty. Shouldn’t they be packed with ships?”“Again,. He started eating me ferociously, licking from my asshole to my clit, spearing his tongue into my hot cunt and suckling my clit hard. His hands held my lips apart and my legs were pinned wide open by his elbows. My juices were flowing onto his face, I could see them all over his chin. I was about to cum but Rob stopped suddenly. He yanked down his shorts and his hard cock bounced free. Just like I remembered, at least eight inches, thick and straight. He slapped his fat cockhead on my clit and. My past six months with Mistress Moonlight (yes that was her name) hadits moments. From what little she had taught me of her language, thefirst thing I learnt was that I was her slave and had to address her asmistress. I was on the planet Whor, where women were the stronger sexand men were slaves. They were even kept and reared like wild animalsor just hunted and captured in jungles by slave-traders. My effeminateattire was what all slaves here wore, as were the metal anklets on myfeet. Even.