She had almost as good a body as Janet with reasonable sized breasts, a small waist and good hips. She was tall, also like Janet, compared to most wom...n. She was alluring since she was so much like my Janet. I had to break the spell for my sake. "Arise and be seated. We will talk." All five rose and sat down on chairs and then the floor when we had no seating for all of them."First, as you are all aware, Calveen and I are establishing a new city south of here with people from Sin Loos, the. Where was she. Then she remembered that she was at Daddy’s place. Then she felt a pain in her ass. I’ve been branded!!. I’ve been branded!! I’m a slavegirl!! Those thoughts made her pussy get wet again. She felt up to her neck for her collar. Yes, there it was. She really was a slavegirl!!She thought back to the branding. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors. "Laura grabbed her discarded underwear and her brother's suitcase and gratefully ran for the bathroom and closed the door. The suitcase was stuffed with quality men's clothes, but she had a problem. She was required to dress at least as sluttily as if she were only wearing underwear. But her brother wanted her dressed in "real clothes". She had to think for a moment before she came up with an answer. Thinking was harder for her these days. It was difficult to form complex thoughts through. If I was saved, which isn’t even conceivable, there would be someone or something here. At the very least, I’d be under observation so they could analyze how I was responding. The implication is I wasn’t rescued, which doesn’t make sense. How else would I end up here? There’s got to be some explanation, I just need to determine what it is.”“Damn! I’ve got to call NASA. They’ll be wondering where I am.” As he considered that, his teeth began to chatter. The heat was still turned down. Whenever.