I kissed and licked my way up her leather clad leg and towards her bare thigh until I was just inches away from her cock. She kicked me back onto my a...s."Not yet, bitch. You've got to beg for it first," she slapped my face with her semi hard cock, "Now, tell me what you want." I want your cock, mistress," I said wimpily."What do you want to do with it, slave," she slapped her cock across my cheek again. I couldn't believe how hard I had become again, this humiliation was turning me on almost as. This elevator was not as large as the one at the Mentariata’s taxi gate 7 had been, but it was still comfortable. The elevator closed its doors behind its two passengers. With a pleasant recorded voice it requested instructions. The spaceport taxi-gate elevators had no buttons, in these elevators passengers could not choose their own destination. Instead there was a touch screen, as well as voice activation options. With either of these two means passengers could inform spaceport computers of. The hot water feels amazing running down my sore muscles. I look down and watch the water flow off my D34 boobs. I let the water pound down over my head onto my body for a few moments and then grab some body wash and lather up going up my well toned legs to my shaved pussy, across my flat stomach and stopping at my breasts. I slowly rinse off wanting to relish the warmth of the water and how great it feels. But I have to face the music, so I step out of the stall and grab a towel. I quickly dry. Her moans escaping every time she sits down. And then…Seeing Maggie’s face. I mentally cringe as I remember how it went: me throwing her off in a panic, her surprised scream. My terrified one. She had asked me what was wrong. My mind was reeling, with I knee jerk reaction I say: “Nothing Maggie, I’m fi- SHIT Fiona I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sa-“. The argument that followed straight after was gruesome.Shaking the thoughts out of my mind I focus on what will be happing tomorrow…The Next DayI hear.