She gritted her teeth and swallowed hard when she saw her master staring at her. She didn’t like Arlade, she never had. However, her man had died in...one of the Empire’s many border skirmishes and the death benefit the Emperor had given her had not lasted long with three little mouths to feed. She’d eventually had to move in with her mother. So, when she’d overheard the offer of a silver a month to train to become a member of the Red Guard, she’d jumped at the chance. It had kept her children,. Nobody did or said anything inappropriate. It was just both men and women commenting on her tits. After a certain point, it seemed it had become fair game to talk about them. Brenda was eating it up. I did get the occasional, “You and Vince are going to have fun the next few days,” but it seemed an afterthought after I had felt left out of the conversation. The day ended and we went home. Brenda didn’t ask if I was fine. I didn’t act like I wasn’t. I decided this was her “coming out party,” and. I tightened my ass around him. “No, don’t baby.” he blurted out. “I don’t want to cum yet.” I relaxed. “thank you” he whispered, and after a few more seconds he pulled out of me ever so slowly. It felt so good .“Turn on your back baby.” I did as he said, as always. Bob was my top, he was in charge. On my back he picked my ass up, put a pillow beneath me and climbed on top, getting in position to start fucking me again. “Wait I said, let me taste your pre cum.” I knew Bob well enough to know. She had no more interest in him sexually than she had in Mr Pierce (who was now moving slowly through the crowds towards them – he was like a bulldozer, or perhaps an oil tanker; his great bulk causing a bow wave of teenagers on either side of his track), but she was somewhat affronted that Woody’s eyes were clearly distracted from looking at John T. Jones to focussing about a foot to 18 inches below Mandy’s face. He was ogling her tits, he was trying not to but he was. Even their discussions.