"So, my slut thinks she is too good for my hand does she? The dirty pig, fucking whore thinks that she can say 'No' to the one who owns her, body and ...oul? Even after I have told her it's for her own good? Well, fine, if my worthless cum dump slut thinks she knows best, then so be it." Sir snatches his hand from within her with a loud, wet, squelching sound. Candy gasps at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and overwhelming sadness that comes with knowing she has disappointed Sir. Candy's mind. " She was so relieved, her legs almost folded. To hide her mounting embarrassment, she accepted the towel. Dipping her head she started to vigorously towel her hair.The silence was making her nervous. "There were plenty of towels I take it"Tory joined the conversation. "Enough for a third person."The implication was not lost on her. Things had got out of hand enough, without adding her adding to the bare flesh on display count. Trying to distract herself, she sat at the dresser table and. Soon... you will be smooth as a baby, 'cuz these blonde pussy hairs ain't growin' back for a long, long time, ' thought Monique, as she wickedly kept giving Laura the home-made electrolysis.'How do you like my afro-engineering now, you bald white bitch, ' Monique thought, as she leaned back trapping Laura's blonde head between her open thighs and sex. She began riding the white face below her like a horse. Laura's nose was trapped deep in her dark musky sex, while pressing the white girl's. They traveled back on one of the personnel transports.Jason tried to engage him in conversation the next day.“Godfrey, tomorrow I’d like you to take me to see the gym. If there’s a trainer can you introduce me to the person as I’ll need instruction on using the gym effectively? Can you take me at six thirty tomorrow morning?” Jason asked him.“I will be there. I will do anything I can to be of service.”“Now back to what I asked you before. Can you give me an idea of what you did, previously?”.