All traces of makeup were gone; my hair was tangled and I realized there was no way I could repair myself enough to fool my husband when I went back i...to the club.But I tried to do my best to fix my slut look face…I did what I could with makeup and lipstick but I saw it was useless: I looked as well fucked up; but then I decided I should return there to face my beloved Victor.I walked into the bar area and immediately saw him sitting alone at our table. As I walked toward him, I saw Victor’s. Most of those ended up in restricted towns. Microphones had been placed throughout the dome and conversations were listened to by those trained on the workings of the human mind. Twelve years and six months after the Gulf Asteroid and five months after it had last happened a ping was transmitted and cameras were activated. A young woman watched her screens and listened on her head set. She heard nothing. She saw small beings walking around in what seemed to be space suits. She saw two women. "Please don't!" he begged. "Uncle makes us do it. He beats us if we don't bring back enough. He'll kill me for this. There will be no one to take care of my sisters." Sisters?" I asked. "You mentioned an uncle before. I believe it is time for you to tell us everything." The rascal looked miserable, but nodded his head. "Let's start with the uncle. Where is he?" He camps a mile out of town and sends us in to do our work. One of his three men meets us at the edge of town in the evening and rides. She was going to sin. She was going to commit sodomy! And hopefully, fornication! Oh yes, yes, yes…! Her heart was pounding in her chest! Guided by softly spoken words and gentle gestures, Wendy’s lips parted, and her tongue wet the mushroom cap, feeling the tiny ring. Her lips surrounded the head, allowing it to slide ever deeper into her mouth. The wickedness of this act had her shivering. Gwen’s warm arms enclosed about her. She had a man’s penis in her mouth. In her mouth! A hard penis. And.