It was a hostage situation. The weapons appeared to be HoChaRa military—the obsolete kind that find their way into ship's lockers such as on the Fut...le Gesture.I requested that my special channel—the constant video surveillance on me—be forwarded to whatever passed for police on Paxlyn Domain.YOU ARE BEING OBSERVED. WAIT FOR ASSISTANCE.Common sense, such as it is, dictated that I simply relax and wait to be rescued. The kidnap crew goofed. Obviously they were unaware that Paxlyn Domain is under. When he’d suggested that I ‘get help’, I had no idea where to begin so I put it out of my mind and simply wallowed in the post relationship blues that I was becoming all too familiar with.I hadn’t thought much about his final comment until I met Rachel.With four other girls from the office sitting in the back booth of the bar, I’m sure I’d never have had the courage to ask the stranger about her job, or more precisely her boss’s practice if it hadn’t been for the booze.‘Was it something I. ”She reached for Dirk’s semi-flaccid cock and rubbed it. Dirk gave me an arrogant look. Dirk stood six foot four. He was lean and muscular, with short-clipped blond hair, numerous tattoos covering his arms and chest, and a large man tool.“I stopped letting him fuck me months ago,” she continued, “Sometimes I’ll let him lick my lover’s cum from my pussy, but only if he’s been a ‘good little sissy.’”My wife turned to Dirk and used both hands to cradle his manhood, swinging it in my. "Lie down on the bed, slave," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come.For the first time, Leigh felt a twinge of fear, but she did ask he asked and lay on her back, waiting for what came next.As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and her arousal grew. She sensed herself growing wet with excitement. Had to restrain herself from reaching for her pussy and touching it to bring relief from her desires. She heard a match being struck.