They nearly did."Martha's only reaction to this was to add, "And now you argue with me about it; six more strokes. That makes thirty strokes of the ca...e so far, unless you would like to try for some more?"Jacqui subsided into a truculent silence as she faced thirty strokes of Martha's long whippy cane which had somehow arrived on Csadia from Earth. Nobody knew how it had turned up in the New House of Joy, but all of the girls feared even a single stroke from it. Thirty strokes promised. "The gentleman just made me an offer and I accepted and I've moved up in the world. What that means to you is less clear, and sort of depends upon perception. You might have moved up, or down -- or sideways. I accepted a position and the benefit to me is that I go from 'maybe someday you'll be picked up, ' to 'you're already a sponsor and we'll be leaving you here for a certain time with a job to do, but then you'll go to the stars.' How am I doing so far?" I asked the Civil Service. Her toes smelled sweet and plain. I pushed my fingers between them and applied pressure with my palm, hoping to show her how strong I was.“That feels really good,” she said, humming with anxiousness.I could tell she was getting horny by the way her lips were moving. The way her knees pushed reflexively together as I rubbed her soft, gentle feet.She wasn't used to being touched in a sexual, or even sensual way, I gathered. So, I knew this must have been making her anxious. If only she knew how. I tied up my long brown hair and dropped the towel. My hand moved to my pussy and rubbed it gently before inserting in a finger. I imagined myself with Owen and another man both fucking me in a different hole. The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was my friend Neela returning my call. “Heya babe, you called?” her loud voice rang down the phone. “Yeah I wanted to talk to you about something. Remember about the couple of amazing nights that I've had with Owen? Well, I think I.