One of my crew mates who has a thing for historical music sometimes plays an old recording of a song called, "Feel Like A Number" and complains often ...ow without his service number no one would recognize him. The secret that I once had a number for a name is something that I dare not let out to my crew mates. After the Eugenics War we're not very welcome among those that were created the old fashioned way. Even today were I to be discovered on one of Earth's colonies I would be hunted, locked. He did not seem to be k**ding us when he said his statement about his sex drive power and lots of cum he had, his cock did not soften at all after all the double blow job action from both of us same time, it was rock hard as if never touched by a woman yet. He got up, sat on his seat kissed both of us on the lips saying “Now, I have a request from you gorgeous cuties, I would like you both to put on a show for me, making out together, kissing, licking and fucking each other while I watch and. How could she be doing this? She was lustfully masturbating in front of the entire village. She had seen some of the chosen ones do this in the past. She could not imagine someone being such a wanton slut so as to open wide their legs and let everyone watch them plunge their hands into their gaping cunt, and yet that was exactly what she, herself, was doing.In the past, when this had occurred, she and her friends had gleefully chanted, "Slut! Slut! Slut!" at the hapless offering as she took. ”Rob remains kneeling, stealing a glance over his shoulder to ensure that Eris isn’t spying on them. Satisfied that she is not looking in his direction, he waits until Cyra leaves before standing and relaying the message for Eris. He stands, partially hidden behind a pillar, watching the messenger whisper into Eris’ ear. Rob then gain satisfaction at the look that appears on the woman’s face. Her body language speaks volumes as she gets up to leave. And the moment she is gone, Brady is stepping.