Our tongues met..I could taste her completely…Her strawberry lip balm was there for a while, and den vanished..While kissing her, I put my hand on h...r ass, lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom.I then put her down…Made her face the wall and started kissing her back, squeezing her ass slowly…She pulled me back on her lips again but let my hands do their job.Slowly I moved my hand on her boob and squeezed the right one hard…”Aaahhhhhh, easy karan, I’m all yours baby”I put aside the straps. G. aquatics. Less so with other types,perhaps -- unless they suffer persecution or ostracism on their returnhome, especially if they were a long way from home and there are few orno others like them living anywhere near. There is blurring at change-region boundaries, where e.g. someone living in the Marietta centaursregion was a couple of miles away shopping for groceries in the Smyrnawolves region, or vice versa -- there would be many such cases, anddemographically most regions would tend to. These women were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or Husbands for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a prominent household well so as to boost their marriage prospects. It was an etiquette school on steroids. These girls every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted freaks and sluts and sent their second or third wives here to become the household party favor. In addition there. If you wanted to be her slave, you had to be her whore, too. I really, really wanted to be her slave in the worst way. That’s how I ended up in this tiny cage, unable to move more than a few inches, waiting for a man who may or may not even fuck me. I heard the creak of the lock. My mistress made copies of my door key for any man who paid for it. I was a different kind of whore. The man entered my apartment. That’s what he paid for. Access. He could do whatever he wanted in my apartment for up.