She kind of played with it and said, “let’s keep this guy out until we get home” as she beautifully smiled at me.The hour drive back to Rachel�...s house after the first episode started by relaxing and enjoying the feeling of Rachel’s hand as she manipulated my cock, then my hand worked its way over to Rachel’s chest. She moved close enough to me that I was able free one of her tits. My God, it was a beautiful tit, perfectly formed with a ¼” hard nipple poised in the middle of silver dollar. With a mind-numbing shudder, the ship went to maximum warp.“Who did that?” the Captain screamed as he frantically looked around. After a moment as things steadied, he realized that they had escaped from the other ship – if it didn’t follow them into warp, that is.The three technicians managed to drift to something to hold onto long enough to look at him. Obviously, none were even close to a console, so it was certainly none of them. “Sir, it wasn’t us. There must be someone in. I looked around the site to see who was on and after a few timewasters a guy fianaly got in contact with me who wanted abit of fun. We sent a few emails back and forth to each other and organised a meet.I quickly ran upstair and into my sisters room and quickly grabbed some of her underwear and then headed to the bathroom to have a quick shower. I stepped out of the shower and slowly dried myself off and looked down at my sister underwear and a shiver of excitement shot through my body and I. Just a normal Monday morning. She supposed that all things considered, she wasn't really cut out to be a basement slave for the rest of her life after all, but living out the fantasy of it would have been better if it had lasted longer. Though just like fairy tales and romantic comedies ending at the wedding, stories and roleplays of breaking the will of a kidnapped slave always stop after the exciting parts. The monotonous routine of the day-to-day slave life afterwards is almost never.