The judges reviewed the slaves' transgressions against their owners or society as a whole. Punishment was then administered in the town square as the ...itizens watched. The slave was hung by her wrists, suspended a foot off the ground, and whipped. Most of the misdeeds were perpetrated by young slaves still in their training stages. They got a reduced sentence and a flogging with a kidskin cat. Bett was treated differently. They wanted to show that the alien from a parallel universe was not. She had guard duty now, so I just enjoyed playing with her tits. The look on her face gave me the impression she had sensitive nipples. Lucky for both of us. She leaned back and gave me a view of her crotch. No panties now.“Do you do this very often?” I asked.“Not often,” she said, “but sometimes when we are out of town we like to do this.” She told me a short story about a couple they had met on another trip. I got the impression they had messed around in the same room, but had not switched. I shucked off my pants and boxers and began stroking my rock hard cock with one hand, while lifting Michelle's panties to my nose with the other. I took a good, deep sniff of the crotch and savored that musky scent I had enjoyed earlier that morning. I closed my eyes and imagined my face buried deep between my little sister's legs. I licked the crotch of her panties, bit them tenderly, and sucked at them, hoping for some hint of pussy juice. "Ohhhh, you little slut," I whispered, my hand a blur. So thank you much for all the responses. It’s indeed overwhelming when your first story receives such a huge response. Moving ahead this is another of my experiences where I get lucky again with my neighbor aunty ( don’t take the word aunty literally :p).This happened a few months ago when I moved back to India and got a job in Mumbai. Mumbai as a city is extremely fast paced and people barely have time for each other. Be it husband wife or friends you don’t have time. You just keep moving on. .