After showers I would rub myself with lotions and oils till my skin was perfect and soft to the touch. But even that grew old and dressing and fucking...myself as a girl wasn't enough any more. I went back to the drawing board and searched for bars to go to, but ended up finding adds for "massages". They were pretty expensive, but not out of reach. They had a fetish section and trans section. I repeatedly looked at them almost daily fantasizing. I thought about it for a looooong time before I. They hit it off and started gabbing immediately.I couldn't help but take a few glances at this young hottie; she's also about 5'6"; long dark hair, lean build and slightly bigger titties than Cindi.I felt a little blessed as those two kept chatting. I could focus on checking scores on my phoneAs we headed to dinner Linda (young hottie) came with us. I found out Cinid had invited her. The girls put on their cover ups and we dined on some great lobster. I noticed Cindi ordering driks and sliding. I had been transformed from being a lady of privilege and purity to be nothing better than a slave myself, a slave to black cock.The weather abated and our captors being sated from their carnal endeavours and dalliances with Katherine and me left us alone in order to forage for food and other sustenance in the wreckage of the dwellings which had been torn asunder by the storm. Samuel led the band of ragamuffins up the hill to the remains of the mansion knowing that pickings would be rich. Mammy. You may proceed.”Iliyana, Reanne and Larian trooped to the now full main hangar. Every ship that could be spared had been scrapped and used as raw material for their armada. The small droid ships were humming to life as the group boarded their re-inforced shuttle. Two Terenatek were aboard, sitting docilely in the cargo area. Larian slipped into the pilots seat, and Iliyana into the co-pilots. Reanne sealed the hatch and rushed to the cockpit, where she stood behind Larian, one hand under her.