I rode with the old, infirm and the infants for the rest of the day. Dinner was a blur of aching muscles and pain. I collapsed on my furs as soon as i... was over and didn't even have the time, nor the energy to cry myself to sleep.I made it no further the second day than I had the first, though I took some small pride in overcoming the body ache and pain I woke up to and making it at least as long as I had the first day. I had to be getting better, the second night I did manage to cry myself to. With sudden haste, Jabba whipped his tail out from between her tightly-locked legs, leaving the slime-covered slave girl lying there on the ground, naked and desperate for more.Leia opened her eyes and reached a hand up to Jabba. "No! Don't stop!" she pleaded, abandoning herself to the sexual hunger that drove her actions. "I want it so badly. Please!"Jabba loved hearing her beg. It was proof of her complete submission to him. "Then come to me, little Princess."Leia didn't hesitate this time. " Hmm ... I think I want to give it a try," she replied before biting her lip."That's good because I think I do too," I leered while enfolding her in my arms and tackling us onto the bed."Hey, gentle," Emily complained, slapping my arm."Since when do you like things gentle?" Well," she hedged. When I raised an eyebrow she grudgingly added, "Alright, so yeah, that was fun. But next time could you land next to me?" I suppose," I replied with a laugh."Good, then get off!" she growled as she. I intentionally tried to avoid much eye contact. I attended two more meetings and began to chat with other people a little. In particular, I met this man who called himself “Master John.” He was an attractive man in his mid-thirties. About my age. He was pleasant and not aggressive. It thrilled me to call him Master John. It was a small step but it was a first step toward actually being submissive to him. He asked me if I would like to have a drink with him after the meeting.