And the thing is…” She interrupted me, “and the thing is we could’ve reached my place by now.” I just smiled at her and hurried then to her ...lace.After we entered her place, she looked lost and I asked what’s wrong. She said “I wanted to make out before I brought you here.” I took her hand and led her outside and entered the lift where I pushed her against the door as soon as it closed and sweetly tasted her upper lip with her eyes closed.We made out for about 2 mins and then someone called for. I met him at the door as he now demanded. "Clean my cock slut." Clean his cock? He must have meant suck it, he hadn't fucked me yet. I got down on my knees and undone his trousers dropping them and his underwear to the ground. His cock stunk and was covered in white flakes. He seen me wince at the sight."I fucked Beth before I left the office and I didn't have time to clean it. Now clean her cunt juices off my cock." I dry retched at the thought of licking her juices. He grabbed me by the hair. They also had to appeal to the government for the right to get pregnant and bear children, Women often complained that it was easier for female slaves to have children than fee women. In actuality, things were not that bad but the bureaucracy to overcome was considerable. The population of the planet was closely regulated for both free citizens and slaves, As a consequence there were plenty of jobs for free citizens, Below them, a vast army of slaves responsible for manual labor and service. But I could wait, I was in an awesome mood, because it was a Thursday. Thursdays used to suck -- they were the worst day of the week; they're near the end of a tiring workweek, and you still have to drag your ass out of bed one more time. But now, though, Thursdays are the best weekday ever. Why? The simple answer: Girl Scouts.My phone didn't beep in response until I sat on the bus. I tapped the face, and brought up the message. "Just got home," my wife wrote. "You?" She'd been on the road home.