The outfit felt constricting and tight. “Centron, are you sure I am supposed to carry a broad sword and a fur cape of all things? It doesn’t seem ...tandard issue.”“Indeed these items have been added by highest authority, Sir. Now please follow the way light to the next IST. The Saran shuttle is waiting for you.”Sure enough there was a D 20 in Saran Colors and markings waiting.Next to the lowered ramp stood a Saran in a white and gold uniform and next to him two women completely dressed in black. It dripped between us.Still he stroked my cock and still he frenched my mouth.Eventually the shudders that racked my body subsided and he let go.He sat back down and told me to come back and straddle his lap, facing him. As I did so, my softening cock rested against his hard one. He pulled me further toward him and held me in both his arms and kissed me again.We rubbed out cocks against each other. Feeling his hard giant meat against my soft penis made me feel very much the subservient one.As I. We arrived uneventfully and I breathed a sigh of relief as if the worst was over. I was wrong. We walked into the den and I gasped in terror. Standing there was a guy I recognized. I didn’t know his name but he was an upperclassman at my school.“Hi, cuties,” he said. I started to back away but the girls pushed me into his arms. “I’m a guy,” I exclaimed and I tried to push away but he held me fast. He was strong.“You sure don’t look like a guy. You smell pretty, too.” He sat down on the. She could not bear to look at the first couple, and could not control her voice to ask them anything. She stood there. Marcel turned, stuck his head through the curtain separating first class and coach to say something in French to his partner holding Stephanie. Jenny heard a vicious slap and her scream out in pain."Oh, please don't hurt her. I can get through this. Please give me a moment." She pleaded to Marcel. Marcel was still angry, but he faced her. Without any words, she knew he meant.