Electrodes? Scanning devices? If she was to be a mere machine to be reprogrammed, Heather supposed the slavers needed feedback. There was something o... her modest breasts. Something like a bra, but…different. It wasn’t clothing, more like…comfortable furniture? Likewise, her private parts were covered by some sort of solid but cushy panties. She thought little of it until she realized she probably wasn’t just going to be a slave, but a sex slave…And if the words they had injected in her mind. Kya figure tha boobs ka size kar unki choot mera to ekdum se lund uth gaya mai bahut hi horny feel kar ra tha mujhe us aunty ko chodna tha ar achi baat ye thi ki unka pati buisnessman tha ar vo mahine me 2-4 din hi ghar par aata tha to aunty sex k liye bahut tadapti thi maine apni chaachi ke sath unhe sex k baare me baat karte hue bi sunaEk din meri chachi bahar gai hui thiAr mai akela tha to mai bf dekh raha tha mera lund utha hua tha maine apna loar kol diaya tha ar aise hi strokes mar raha. She stiffened and her pussy grabbed my cock as it flooded with her strongest orgasm ever. We lay fused together as our lust was being satisfied. This fusing lasted for several minutes. We fell back on the bed both our bodies shivered and shuddered in release. My cock was stuck in her pussy being held tightly. I did not want to move and she was holding me with her legs wrapped around me. Finally, we finished and I slid out of her as I shrunk. We caught our breath and lay together recovering. "Don't look up my skirt, now, sweetie!" I joked, and then giggled down at him, watching him look away. "Just kidding." No ma'am." He said quietly.I lingered at the top, looking around. When I looked down he was of course staring up my billowing skirt. I could tell that the low afternoon sun was streaming in and lighting the yellow fabric. I imagined how I looked, my round buns encased in nylon panties high overhead. I extended one leg, separating my thighs a little. He would be looking at the.