M: Hello Pramila Kaisi ho.P: acchi hun, tum kaisi ho?M: kya kar rahi ho aaj afternoon mein?P:kuch khaas nahin, par man bahut kar raha he kuch karne ko...M: to kar lo naa , tumhaara servant to he naa.P: nahin , aaj woh chutti par he.M: koi naya ladka nahin aaya kya building mein.P: ek aaya to he par mujhe pata nahin kiske yahhan kaam kar raha he. Meine us se aaj lift mein dekha tha.M: kaise he dekhne mein.P: mujhe to accha laga. Body mein muscle hein aur ekdam jawan he, shayad 23-24 saal kaa. And she did. The fabric was shear, just allowing a peek at the softness and curve of her flesh hiding beneath it, the darkness of her chocolate colored nipples really standing out in stark contrast to the white sheer fabric barely concealing them as she stood before me."I sorta had an idea you'd really like this one," she stated, and then came over lifting the covers and jumping into bed next to me.Though we had on some few occasions played with one another, they had all been mostly under the. These organic brains once belonged to sentient creatures who were seized and had their brain stripped from their body and placed within a capsule in a compartment of this ship. The brains are slaves of the ship and its pilot; there is no way for the brains to be removed from the ship without killing them. They are forced to follow the orders of the pilot; if they rebel, they are punished by having an electric current run through their pain centers. The brains have begged me to kill them, as. "Well?" Christa," he whispered harshly, his brow furrowed, his blue eyes narrowed. He only used my name like that when I was "pushing my limits," as he liked to put it, but I just crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. "This isn't the time or--" You know what," I cut in, my voice rising, sharpening, "I don't give a flying fuck whether your precious parents--hey! Goddammit!" He picked me up, throwing the front half of me up and right over his shoulder, and carried me right past his.