Olga tossed Katya into the back of the wagon. Like Tharg, Katya hit the floor with a nasty thud which couldn't have done much good to an already shatt...red body. What a hard place this planet was, to be sure!The three Slaves had a few moments to chat together before Lady Fortescue and her Guards arrived. Gottman had got into the wagon with Tharg. A low moan indicated that Tharg had begun to recover. A gristly thud indicated that Tharg was once more unconscious! He was to see and feel a lot more. He pointed in his direction and put his head down and began walking towards him. After several haphazard steps he began drifting over to the left moving slightly away from the direction he intended."Uhm, hey" yelled Patrick to get the attention of the wandering pilot.The pilot stopped and lifted his head in the direction he was walking. He stumbled to a stop and looked around, again, until he saw the plane. He once again pointed and began walking towards him with his head down.Finally he got to. Every woman was wet, horny, and ready to prepare them men to spray me with their sperm. They filled the room, and poured out the doors of the house further than I could see. I felt my skin flush at the sight, and my already dripping wet cunt started to overflow with juices. I made my way through the sea of bodies to the center of the room where a large bed covered with red silk sheets waited for me. Sara and Brooke stood on both sides of the bed and each took one of my hands, helping me up. I. After finally clearing away the remaining mess, it was time to go home.The bath water was a welcome relief, easing tight sore muscles, draining tension away slowly. The soothing soaking eased the day into oblivion. She got out, put on her silk bathrobe and lay down.She could feel odd thoughts in her head. The college kid in the apartment next door was thinking about sex. Images of breasts and naked women began to fill her head.The young man was working at his arousal with glee, and she couldn't.