That - that can't be me! she thought as she gazed at her reflected image. Even with her spacer's haircut, the woman in the mirror looked absolutely st...nning!It is, indeed, you, Commander. Or perhaps for the evening, I should call you Ms. Olsen, her MI communicated. As I said earlier, you are quite beautiful by Earth standards. Even beautiful women, however, do not keep the Grand Admiral waiting in the corridor.For the evening, Sangeeta laughed, feeling suddenly giddy, call me Sangeeta. And. Putting on his clothes almost made him faint with pain and he was strangely grateful for the urine soaked gag stifling his screams. Especially putting on his pants proved nearly impossible. Jonathan had long favored fairly tight-fitting jeans, always enjoying the way they made his tight little ass look. Now pulling them up his beaten legs and his impossibly swollen genitals was pure torture, making him scream with pain one again. When they were finally on Jonathan felt the most unwelcome. The shorter man seemed very pleased to see me milk. He puts his cock in my mouth and tells my Master how long it has been since he has had a good cow slut and then pulls his cock out of my mouth and puts his hand under my tits and gives them a suck, which drives me wild. He continued to milk me and suck on my nipples forcibly; eventually making my tits empty.“Asya entertain us with a show” my Master said. “Use that big vibrator on your cunt”.I spread my legs and had my pussy fully accessible to. The gabbling cut off immediately, though the face making and posturing continued.She turned to Pēteris and her sister-wives and explained. “They are speaking one of the Cassandran languages. It wasn’t deemed necessary for you to know any of them, and they have no implants because they were ruled unfit to be Damsels, Caretakers, or mothers. They want Annie’s baby.”She turned to glare at the intruders, then continued to explain, “I told them to sit or I would bitch slap them until their necks.