Did Stewart have children, the slave-catcher wondered? Probably not. Inall likelihood, though, he had parents. For how long would they cling tothe ...mpty hope that their son was still alive on Earth?His eyes began to burn and he left the pens quickly, hoping that no onewould notice their watery redness. Such an unseemly display might put anend to a slaving career. Of what use to the company would be acompassionate slaver? At best, he would be put at a desk job, away fromthe exciting world. My panties are pulled down to expose my ass and she steps to the side rubs my cheeks gently.“Well, I have to punish you for violating those womens’ privacy, that wearing women’s clothing is not wrong but special and you should think enough of myself to acquire my own collection.”Of course, that would remove some of the thrill, but I get her point.The spanking begins and I writhe. With each stroke she pauses and asks me to list the women whose lingerie I have pawed through, and used to gratify. She was flat on the bed and I was standing between her legs, going in and out of her pussy. She had a smile on her face. She grabbed her tits and started to play with them to tease me. I saw milk oozing out of her left boob because of the pressure and I changed my position to missionary so I could taste her milk. I put my mouth on the boob and started drinking from it. She did not realise this in the heat of the moment and forgot everything and allowed me to drink from the most beautiful jug in. Once again I was stunned unable to do anything but carry on. Shortly after that she raised her head up again and kissed me on the lips pressing her tongue into my mouth. I was so surprised I just kissed her back. She moaned softly and gripped my neck a little tighter. She then lifted her head and whispered in my ear "Did you have fun last night?" in reply I asked her "Was that you?" She simply said "Uh huh" By that time we had made it to the first aid cabin so I let the conversation drop as I.