Jabba sat in the back of his observation lounge aboard the floating iron vessel, watching Leia do another sexy dance for him and his guests. This time... thankfully, she was not required to strip for her Master. Cramped in the corner, surrounded by passengers, Max Rebo played his small keyboard while everyone else ate and drank and gazed lustfully at Jabba's dancing slave girl.When she finished her performance, Leia wandered over to one of the deck's vented windows, ignoring the suggestive. ‘Do you trust me?’ I whisper in her ear…then trailing my lips down her neck…I bite gently, feeling her shiver, and slowly, gently, loosen the silk scarf wound around her neck. I let the silk trail down her back, let it brush loosely against the skin of her arms. Slowly, never taking my eyes off hers, I pull her arms behind her back, knotting the silk scarf around her wrists. ‘Don’t hurt me,’ she whispers, voice trembling with apprehension. ‘Please.’ ‘Oh no,’ I reply, breath tickling her ear. ” She shook her head. “Hearing the Chancellor speak makes me confident-almost superior.”“Yeah,” Maddi finally said. “I feel so good it makes me feel bad.” She looked up, and Ashley had picked up her pace, fast enough for her curls to bounce as she walked. “Where are you going all of a sudden?”“I need to see someone,” Ashley called out, her walk evolving to a jog. “See you tomorrow morning for studying?”“Yeah!” Maddi called, giving up trying to keep up. “See you then. I guess,” She huffed. Maddi. It didn't take long for me to find Becca's G-spot and push her over the edge. Becca screamed as she squirted all over her seat. I withdrew my fingers from her snatch as her sweet juice flowed out of her. “Holy shit,” Becca said, as she took several audible breaths. “You really got me wet.” “Stay still,” I instructed. “I'll clean that up for you.” I grabbed Becca's miniskirt and rubbed it all over the wet seat. I collected as much of her cum off the seat as I possibly could. Then I.