I was to beturned into a seminal sewer. To be nothing more than an outlet formen's lust. The rest of the afternoon was spent crying. Why? What did Ido...to Mistress Ivana to deserve this? Why me?Early that evening my first client stepped into my cube. He was almostsix foot and bald. An older man, his white well tanned skin told me hewas an oil field worker. His chewing tobacco didn't disagree with thatanalysis. Mounting me missionary style, his manhood felt much smallerthan the guard's. As soon. These were standing proud ofmy swelling chest, and were a dusky pink colour with circles of rosebudsaround them. No man had nipples like these, a good centimetre long andhalf as wide. On the end of a female breast they'd look quite good--onme--they looked--well, female I suppose.My beard area was a bit red, so what had she done to that? I went backto her letter.'You've seen it now--I used a laser on your facial hair--do use the creamI left or your skin could get dry. I had to wax everywhere. Being with you makes me feel giddy, willing to believe that anything is possible and I thank you for that. Whether my attorney would approve or not, I love you dearly and want nothing more than to be with you for a long, long time.”Ms. Erotica looks My’Kuyah directly in his eyes and says nothing for what feels like to him forever. Finally, she breaks her silence, “Can we watch the movie now?”“Great idea.”She sits on his lap, enveloped in his arms, he lets go only to feed her small bites of. I stood just inside and looked around;this part of the ship was purely functional, painted steel bulkheads andcabin doors with labels that indicated that the residents were engineersand electricians. The banging started again and was still coming frombelow so I returned to the stairs and went a deck lower but here the doorlabels were for various stores and the banging was still below me so downI went again and now the floor was a steel grating and there was noinboard bulkhead, just a waist.