She wore the most beautiful bespoke suits and prowled the office in towering Louboutin shoes. Chloe was beautiful but also good at her job, no one rea...ly knew if she was fucking the boss for sure, in fact most people thought that sex with a girl like Chloe would probably kill our ageing boss. I looked at her and I wondered if she knew about my sessions with Dan and his clients. She looked so damn sexy and powerful, I turned my glance from her and started to think about what the company CEO had. Press in. You're oiled already. In. Deep. Deeper. Oh fuck. Even deeper. Oh God. Your endless pole. Keep going. Oh yes!" You're full of life in there, like a million fingers pressing and touching and stroking." He held himself over her. He held himself from her. Only their sexes touched. Resisting everything else brought the moment slowly to crescendo."Oh you're rippling; it's fucking my cock without fucking." I feel your twitch. I feel you expand. Press against me. Now!" Aah!" they screamed. I wanted to go home toEarth. On Earth I would be the envy of everyone, men and women, with myperfect body. Men would be delirious with need to have me, and womenwould be insanely jealous, and on Earth I could relish my beauty and useit to my advantage. On Earth the world would be my oyster. I would haverich men at my beck and call, desperate to please me in some small way.Everything would be simple for a woman with my body and looks. But hereon Gor I had no power. My beauty still made me. Cecily looked at it."Where am I?" she mumbled.She was light, floozy, swimming in a bath of warm air and her body was lead. She forced her eyes to open, made them, looked round, but it was hard and it took effort. Every movement was sapping her energy. "What have you done? Where have you brought me?" You're at the barracks, Cecily," replied an echoey male voice. "We need to talk, but there's no need to worry. I'm sorting things out."She saw a face: fuzzy and out of focus, yet still she.