“I don’t have a choice, do I?” she asked.“No,” he agreed. “You can’t hurt us, and you can’t remove the collar. But everything will be ...ine if you just do as I tell you, understand?”She swallowed. He knew she didn’t like this. She was from New Sappha, a colony of the exact form of extreme feminism the Galliards had been rebelling against. Heterosexuality in women there was as taboo and shameful as lesbianism had once been on Ancient Earth. Both her mothers were active in galactic feminism. Stacey’s arms were above her head and Jean-Pierre held her hands there as he kissed her face, her eyes, her mouth and her neck. She sighed audibly as he moved down her body, continuing to leave a track of kisses. He stopped at her breasts, going back and forth kissing and licking them and sucking her now sensitive nipples. He took his time to ensure she would be ready for him. She moved her hands on his back, scratching, but gently. Then to his chest and below. She held his cock in her hand and. Look after her for a bit while I get something toeat." She looked down at the half drunk guy in front of her. He looked like hehad barely slept and was only half awake. He pulled on the rope and she kneltnext to him. He held the rope loosely in one hand and was barely watching her,paying more attention to the porn movie that was on the screen in front ofhim. This is my best chance of escape she thought. Her eyes searched the roomfor the best way out. The kitchen was to her right, there was one. And my yacking did have results. Harold couldn't hide the fact that he was twitching. Nor would I let him. But I realized later that the talk of anal sex had put him a bit off the pace. As much as he fantasized about doing it again in a girl's fanny, with his reduced stamina he was afraid that for him, anal sex was as much history as my periods. But when I saw him sitting there looking uncomfortable, it was mostly for the usual reason. So far, Harold has not yet shown a desire to put his.