"Fine," was her only response. The lights went out. It was completely dark. I could not see anything. I asked several more questions but got no respon...e. I yelled at the top of my lungs but still got no response. I could not hear or see anything. I sat on the floor, emotionally exhausted by the events. After several hours of feeling sorry for myself and wondering what was going on, I decided to explore my surroundings. Carefully moving so that I would not fall and injure myself, I explored the. There wasn’t much pretext of dancing. They were standing in the shadows of the room making out. Each young man had a hand inside the blouse of his partner fondling some sixteen-year-old tit. I could still remember the excitement of such an occasion, and that made me harden even more than cat woman had inspired.About twenty minutes later, I was sitting in one of my large media chairs with Alice in my lap. I had a hand inside her black leotards that every cat woman is required to wear, and two. “Yes, you are my sex slave!” Justin snarled. “I own you, and you love it.”“I do, Master,” I moaned, such a big smile spreading across my lips. “Mmm, let's get the orgy started!”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Justin SampsonAurora and I stood in the shower area, naked and ready. She still wore the strap-on dildo, the shaft dripping with Tracy's pussy juices. My sex slave looked so gorgeous naked and flushed, her round tits quivering with her excitement.I concentrated. “FLOW!”The power burst out of. This one’s carapace looked like it had been made from mother of pearl, its glossy, white surface sparkling with a beautiful iridescence when it caught the light. The vibrant pearlescence brought out subtle hues of pink, blue, and sometimes a hint of ocean-green when she moved.The most striking difference was the face. The Drones wore helmets that blended seamlessly with their carapace, sporting a pair of glowing visors that gave the impression that they had compound eyes. This caste had no such.