I started fucking her hard and deep, going as fast as I could with the angle we were in. The only good thing about the angle was that my entire shaft ...rug along her clit with every thrust, I could feel it rubbing my shaft like a little pebble. Every time I slammed into her she grunted a little and I would tighten my grip on her neck.She didn’t last long before trying to inform me of her imminent orgasm. She had to tap my shoulder because my grip had gotten so tight she couldn’t speak. As soon. And Quentin did a quick calculation.„So you've got some forty slave girls aboard,“ he said wondering.„Rather more than that. About fifty. Forty will be fully trained, ten or a dozen still undergoing training.“„Ah... I see...“ It was amazing to think of some fifty lovely young women all being held captive on this very ship. Being held captive... and SUFFERING. For that, Quentin now realised all too well, was what lay at the heart of this regime. These girls where paying dearly for past. And soon we started kissing each other passionately, this went on for some time and she slowly started removing my t-short and then my shorts, now I was in my underwater alone. And I slowly removed her top and her tracks, to reveal her sexy body in a red G-string panty and perfectly shaped matching the red bra. I was speechless and immediately jumped on her and started eating her. And removed her bra and G-string using my teeth alone, and in the process kept licking her all the while. And. Hostess? ... presiding officer? ... began introductions. She pointed first to the arriving alien who had gravitated roughly to her side. "Joe," she said. Then she pointed to Igwanda and said his name."Eeghanka," the native said. It extended its upper limbs and in the same moment repeated its original cry of the day before: "Ooeeongeengkheekh." Although now it was slightly permutated; however the language exchange had gone, enunciation lessons had clearly made progress: "Uee khong ing heekh,".