When it was over, all the man could say was “Wow! No one on the Privy council saw this coming. We destroyed their secret Space Force. Who would have...believed the boys and girls could have done that. I wish I could have been there.”“When is your next day with them?”“Tomorrow.”The next day. The man came in shaking his head in disbelief.“I’ve dreamed of going to the moon.” Judy the man’s wife laughed.Ron their little eight-year-old asked, “I want to go to the moon. My mommy and daddy came from the. It’s hot everywhere on Aghara-Penthay.Protruding from the wall there is a nutrition dispensing tube, in the same pink phallic shape that was in my cage on the Slaver ship. There is only of these for us all to share. It is at waist height, so we’ll be obliged to kneel to use it.A couple of other women are already in here, each dressed in the plain wrap of a slave, open along one side and barely low enough to cover the pudenda. In these uniforms they stand and look at us, sizing up cellmates who. He bet they didn’t have cocks as big as his. A week earlier Miss Dale had inadvertently seen Jon’s wanger during football training. She thought all the boys had gone and was just going to borrow some cricket and ping pong balls for a maths lesson. Jon came out of the shower and his towel slipped when he saw her. Miss Dale - she hadn’t expected him to have a truncheon like that. Jon chuckled when he thought about it. It was all very awkward at the time, although she didn’t seem to mind and. I want to become a good girl. Just give me a chance.”“All right, I’ll do it. I’ll eat your delicious wet pussy. But there is one condition.”Katy looked at him with her eager eyes begging him to continue.“I’ll do it if you name five postmodern novelists.”“Ok, Ok, Ok...” she hastily was trying to overcome her dizziness. “Ah… Thomas Pynchon.”He kissed her lips. “That’ one.”“Oh… I know! I know! Philip Roth.”He kissed her lips again. “That’s two.”“Ah… Let me think… Milan Kundera?”“Give me two more.