After removing my bra, you take my nipples between your forefingers and thumbs, gently rolling them. This motion makes me gasp with pleasure and sends...an intense rush into my pussy and increasing the already plentifully moisture present. One hand reaches down, taunting and teasing my pussy, pressing at my magical nub further hardening my nipples. Increasing the pace to near punishing, my ass slaps against your thighs. You grab each arm and hold my wrists together, driving my breasts out. The. He?s got that touching thing. He triesnot to, but still ends up touching you, I noticed.?I?d noticed a few times but thought that all the touching seemed friendly,not sexual. But there must have been something in the way he did that gaveit away.?I um,? was all I could say.?I get it, you don?t want to confirm or deny. That?s cool. Look, we?rehaving a girl?s sleepover. I don?t know how to braid hair, so this is allI?ve got. This and the game. I?m just gad you?re not fucking Levi.??That guy. Styur smiled as he regarded me. "You will need to wash, Mosh." I was to find out that "mosh" is a word in their language meaning "toy." It was my new name.I was consequently washed and then taken back to Uma and Styur's hut. I was shown my sleeping cloths on the floor, then given a basket and told to collect the cloths scattered throughout the house and wash them.I did as I was told. I had no choice. There was nowhere to run, nobody to feed me. I was alone, the only slave alive in the Centaur. We’d have to fill in a crawfish pond.”“Don’t do that,” Deena instructed. “John’s supplying the crawfish for tomorrow...”John Saucier was the enterprising crawfish farmer who leased the acreage on both sides of the airstrip, starting halfway down on both sides. We’ve watched him doing his thing, weird little boat running back and forth, John or one of his hired guys – he’s a real farmer – picking up each trap, dumping the unfortunate crawfish into a tub. Later they get graded for size and sacked.