Mr. Texas wasn’t smiling. “This has got a bad feel to it, boss. You’ve lost twenty two men so far, all killed by Brad Walters, an old man, a kid... and a girl. What you think would happen if the whole Walters clan showed up?”Bart Hill was consumed with rage. He was blind in his left eye, his partner had lost a leg and might lose another if infection got into his wound. Two of his best men were down. One had a hand missing, the other eight broken ribs. This mine better be as good as they say. It. And besides, she reflected, the obscene view she had enjoyed of the young girl trying to satisfy herself had set her own blood to boiling, and she could feel the beginnings of desire tingling up inside the warm recesses of her excited cunt.Osman led her to an adjoining cabin and unlocked the door. Once inside the room, he offered her a drink, which she refused, and then got down to talking business."First, I have to tell you that Nisli Bey has been notified of our little blonde bitch," he. A bit like back on Earth really.One thing I discovered about sports was that my upgrade in the med-tube wasn't just skin deep. I was a lot fitter than I'd been before. I could run around a soccer field with the best of them and not get tired or out of breath. I didn't know enough to coach, but I could be a linesman or even referee if there wasn't anyone else to do it. I enjoyed that a lot. Just being able to run and not have to stop after fifty yards was good. I'd forgotten what it was like,. " I look forward to being your two hole slut," Samantha grinned."Fuck your dirty, and I love it!"Paula laughed. "Right let's focus on the business, slave check yourself out and make sure your pussy is clean ahead of time." Understood Mistress," Samantha replied.The slave left the living room and headed upstairs to her bedroom, and once she got there. She stood in front of the mirror, and she loved her new look. She almost looked like a convincing woman. The face could look more feminine but.