Grimacing she stands still as he circles around her. Not bad pet. Not bad. No hiding those big, scared eyes though he says, just as his hand collides...with her milky ass. Staining her skin pink. He raises his arm once more, hitting her ass once again, twice as hard and smirks as she whimpers. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he urges her forward, forcing her to sit on the lone metal chair in the middle of the room. Instructing her to place her arms behind the chair, he ties her wrists. I enjoy them, and let them enjoy me, but I can’t talk to them and they don’t want to listen to me. So after I have scratched my itch and before they call me bitch, I find a way to end it. I don’t seek out jocks, but they are the only ones with the confidence to approach me and I am actually too shy to approach any of the boys that I might really like. There is one boy I think about a lot, Matt. He is geeky cute, with curly black hair and a shy smile that is so rare, but on the occasions when I. One particular customer; however, always seemed to catch Amy's eye, and if she watched the customer long enough, she would catch her staring at her as well. But Amy wasn't that confident even if she was to catch the customer staring. She had long red hair, and larger than average boobs standing at a 38 DD, her waist was a little wider than she wanted, although not necessarily fat at a 34, and her hips were nothing impressive standing at a 36. She was short too, only standing at 5' tall. All of. With my years in the war and Lila's background we made a formidable team."Who the fuck?" shout a voice only to be taken down by Lila hand weapon."How many do you think there are?" whispered Lila."That ship," I said nodding towards the parked spaceship. "Can only take four or perhaps five maximum." So I would leave a couple on guard in the ship, so that leaves two of three here," mused Lila. "With one down there's only one or two left. Hardly seems sporting." Ok, lets start at the first hut and.