..you have to dress the part. You knowthe rules here Mr....I uh I mean ma'am." His boss caught himself panic inhis eyes but clearly addressing Chris's...uniform. "Speak with your co-worker Ashley maybe she can help you out...and Chris.....Don't fuck up againor you're gone." He dragged his finger across his throat in a clearlyaggressive manner. Chris knew he couldn't afford anymore fuckups here."OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Ashley screamed. Chris had explainedeverything that had been happening to. Then she was up and riding him again, with a fury that he could never match, her breasts bobbing furiously.He would have loved to respond with his own upwards thrusts, but her pounding was so fierce, almost vicious, there was no way he could match it. He could only lie there and accept her as a gift, watching and hearing her almost desperate search for orgasm.Soon, her writhing had him bursting forth, and as he released into her, he was able to raise his hips to meet her. So deep inside her, he. He'd spent the day underground, protected by the gentle earth from the ravages of the cruel sun (not that he really needed it – when he was by himself, he traveled by day or by night as it suited him since he remained magically unaffected by the lethal radiation).He remembered that it had been early in the evening. He was the last man climbing out of the dirt tunnel. His mind was filled with images of that dead world north of the Confederacy, of all those magnificent, ruined buildings and. Many had an exhausted look about them. One was weeping silently ... and Belle saw that the girl’s fulsome breasts were covered in cane weals. A punishment, or for the Princess’s amusement, she wondered? The line of girls filed slowly back into the Harem, golden buttocks swinging and undulating. There they entered another pool which removed the lacquer as easily as it had been put on. A refreshing dip in the Bathing Pool followed. “How was it? asked Tessa. All around them naked slave-girls were.