" Michelle gave him a well-rehearsed smile.The man looked over his shoulder at the dark alley and shook his head."I don't do that. Get in and I'll t...ke you somewhere nice for theevening and I'll make it worth your while you pretty thing you," hegrinned again and even Michelle had to admit to herself that this manwas very handsome."I can't do that sir; my pimp would not be happy if I left my cornerunattended for too long." Michelle continued to smile.The man shook his head."You ask your pimp. I also had no intention of letting-on to the youngster that I did recognise her. That’s called… well self-preservation, I think? ‘You have me at a disadvantage Miss?’ I said prompting her to introduce herself. But she’d obviously decided to play her cards close to her chest. Suspiciously close to her chest from my point of view. Hey, I’ll add, that by the look of it, that was going to be one impressive chest one day, once it had developed to it’s full potential. Yeah well, the youngster was. “Lie down.” He commanded. Not harshly, but with every syllable filled with the expectation of obedience. Slowly, she rolled over her feet and onto her knees, stretching out her tied wrists in front of her as she sank her chest onto the floor, keeping her ass high in the air to try and tempt him to leave his work unfinished, to lose control and dive upon her, plunging into her pleasure center and wresting an shuddering orgasm from her body. “All the way.” He said, as a reprimand. She let. The Mylian capital city sped past the vehicle window, tall towers and spires situated among trees and wide green open spaces. They stopped outside an ornate marble building. The officer accompanying Tristan told him that none of the buildings were more than fifty years old. They had not been permitted to build anything higher than two storeys when Mylia was a Sicceian slave planet. Each slave planet was garrisoned by a large contingent of Sicceian warriors commanded by a governor. There had.